I’m losing my grip on what’s been gripping me
Losing hold of what I’m holding onto
Up to here with never being here
Finished with never finishing the finishing stroke
It’s not complicated, my way of complicating everything
I wish that I could just stop
Stopping seeing what’s directly in front of me
With is in mind, I’ve reached the decision to entrust what’s left of me
To the project of trust itself
That’s possible, you know. It’s possible to trust fall into the palm of the universe
Never asking about the ending because there isn’t an ending
Because I’m not the beginning of anything
Least of all myself
I believe that I grew out of my mother as she grew out of hers
It sounds obvious, but it’s not. It’s harder than you think to believe the most basic things
Still, I know that the fruit of the tree of life was never forbidden
Only guarded by love, like a flaming sword, like bodies colliding in the vastness of a heart space too old to fathom
I believe that everything is falling but nothing is falling alone
So I’ve decided to fall for everything, be taken in by all of it, be bamboozled by the world