Held at arms length I struggle against the current. The expanding space between us is muffling and dense. I know that clawing the particles only pushes what I want away, yet I can’t help myself. Abandoned. That’s how it feels when thoughts dwell in this space. Picked up, enjoyed, dropped, forgotten. A reflection on me more than it is on you Though the bitterness wishes you swim harder Over thinking, complicating our honest simplicity Tugging only loosens my grip, The internal longing causing me to slip. Hot faced and cold handed, I lost balance. Life teaching me to let go and practice non attachment. What I have is enough! And there it is; That innate red power waiting at the pit of my spine. An energy that knows more than my thoughts will allow right now. Of wonders in the unknown and the potential that’s ready to seep through the cracks of life’s lessons. A constellation of scarring, bruising and bustling health That compiles this moving vessel I inhabit. So I stop resisting. Accept that control is an unachievable invention and how wonderfully freeing it is. Embracing the chaos Unleashing this orchestra of vibrations to disperse, leaping into the unknown with shear faith it will catch me and weave me into the complex tapestry of this universe.