To let yourself fall

A small poem I wrote about letting go of control, which is essentiel in life ... not always that easy?

To let yourself fall

Oh, to be reduced
losing time
losing control of time, with the clock ticking
To arrange to drop into the deep dark
to move out there, where nothing is alive
and yet so full of life
To move across all of the Universes
inside yourself

To let yourself fall
away from yourself - towards yourself
swimming in the red, bloody sea of emotions
fall, fall away, and even fall out
from the dimensions of time - into the shining thought of a new sky

To let yourself fall, just to decrease
not chaotic and dangerous
No, gentle, loving and full of floating peace
To let yourself fall, not because it fits the spirit of times,
not because the grass is greener in the blue sky
but simply because the feeling and thought restored again
in an intoxication of the old days of decline and
new days of new beginnings

To arrange to decrease, it's art, but not artificial,
nor difficult, painful or gold
without synopsis or madness
Just a bright light traveling in the golden aura of the golden sun
the undulating green have to smile
together in golden embrace of golden friends
in the large-scale world
where everything is possible and nothing is impossible.

Love
Birgit