Hiking through the black forest I was wondering about my role and what came to me was the realization that it has to do with “space”. I tried to put it in words and here it is. I suggest listening first or listening while reading… but feel free to do whatever you like. 😊
I’m searching for my place, desperately yearning for a safe space to be.
A space where I want to help, co-create, be safe and be free… a space to be me.
What I want is the space that wants me… but does it even exist?
Maybe, my role is to have no space, my role is to have no place, so I can find out what is mine to create.
Maybe, the pain inside me is there to guide me, to show me the light that wants to shine… through me.
Maybe the call that I seem to hear so clearly is real. It has been here, it is an echo… from the future.
(And it makes me cry right now.)
I am here for a reason. But this reason seems to please no one, not even me.
It seems to be impossible to find, I feel like I’m blind, the harder I’m trying, the further I fall behind… where is it? What is it?
It is hiding from me. It wants me to accept, let go and release. It is actually hiding inside of me.
To find it, to succeed this search, It is needed for me to find myself first.
How do I know that this thing exists, if I don’t even know where and what it is?
Answer is: I do not know. But what I believe is this:
The place that I wish to be here, is the place that will be there – if I continue exploring the space of not knowing – it will come to me, it will come through me.
To pretend that I know is the end of it all.
It will be found, it will show itself, but not right now, because what isn’t there yet, can’t be known.
It is quite simple, but not so easy:
What I am looking for will be created by me looking for it.
It is magic, like real magic, there is no trick.
That’s it.
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