the ship is sailing

what fits into the body of two weeks? the death of a beloved pet, a decision to move out of your apartment or the move itself, the awakening to life through meditation, a collapse into depression,
hitting the jackpot of the lottery, buying your child a pony, realizing you are so very strong alone, having a heartattack during a fancy business dinner, leaving home without even a suitcase
and finding yourself sleeping in an open field next to cows mumbling their ardent lullabies, falling in love with a stranger on the bus and tracking him home, loosing or gaining two kilos weight, crying while reading a poem out loud to a friend because it touches the very truth of your own feelings, getting all crazy dancing to britney spears, watching the banana peel next to your bed slowly decay, emptying out your room until there's only the most essential left, grabbing your guitar and walking down your city streets while strumming songs that you barely practised..
it could be anything.
things happen to you, just as you make things happen. you're out there in the vast sea of life, don't be alarmed; instead, dive into it. go to the very bottom, feel your fingers examine the ground, study its texture, regard the openness, the variety around you, sing with the jellyfish, watch sharks from afar with tender curiosity, float with sea anemones, take your time to attach with the living around you and embrace it. gush up right into the sky when you are ready for it, don't ask for any allowance. use all the space you need, beam like the firy red painting around the sun in the evening hours when life seems rich and empowering and unfettered.//thoughts, 25.09.12