I'm exhausted, drained, worn out
After all those years of fighting the current
Wading through a trauma swamp, slowly and painful self destruction
Unable to reply to my inner calling for coherency,
tranquility,
harmony.
Hurting my self over and over again,
as if I was locked in a rip current, never to get out
only to finally,
fall down to the pitch black dark night of the soul
only to finally,
escape the projections, the ideas,
the identity I thought was me.

But now, naked and clear,
with every single thought I had of life, ripped away,
I stand before the gigantic blue existence.
My ego is now separated, the story long gone
I don't feel the need to repeat it ever again.
A leaf passing by in the summer storm.
I ask myself;
Where am I?
But truly, I know where I am.
I've arrived at the path that is mine to walk,
it frightens me and I rather pretend that I'm lost,
I haven't known anything else but darkness.

The time has come for me to believe that light is for us all
Even for me.