景天周易

My hair is turning grey
My destination is calling
I have to go
for something not necessarily better nor bigger
just so that my heart can turn silent

When I scoop up my heart as an offering
peeling desire off like a piece of banana skin
When I say this is your life, not mine
My heart is bursting with joy
like a bird flapping wings and rocketing into the sky

When all the stars giggling and winking
fireworks blooming in the night sky
The giant white lotus breaks into a soft smile
I AM whole again