birth of the worlds
Attending to the need to feel safe, I render myself unfree. I put all my time and energy into manipulating reality for the illusion of control. In my need to prove that I am okay, I make myself unavailable for self-exploration. I am too busy collecting evidence that I am fine, all the while trying to hide anything that suggests otherwise. In this artificial mode of self-protection, I shut down all channels of nourishment. The miracle stays behind the door. I can feel how the world are born behind this door. I wish to be a part of that, I wish to become a creator myself.