Changing Stories

Creating a new narrative

Another story about myself

About the world

Forgetting that

Life moves Within its own dynamic

Very different from what we

Know and want or understand

Being a short lived flower

By the ocean

Drifting

Life is so much pain

Sometimes

So hard, so long

Floating on a raft

On an ocean

Knowing that

I might never reach

The shore but forever

Drifting along the stream of desire

My desires

Other peoples desires

Floating along

Hoping to reach the shore

While the wind and currents

Have their say

The Ocean

Life on a raft

Is dull and boring

Filled with duties

And repetition

Sleepless nights

And days without

Sleep or hope

Of redemption only

The few moments of dreams

At night saves our life

The Way, Camino

The long road, demands an explanation

A reason to walk the dusty path

Tired, long time after sunrise

Being inside the house that is crumbling

I watched the sun moving over the sky

Preparing to heal and reach the ocean

Still dreaming more than being awake

I opened the door

And left