Wake up today, I mean, really wake up, and not just get out of bed. Do this, drop it, I mean really drop it, the totality of your possessions. Let them fall onto the floor, dropping one object, or one resentment, at each step. Let them slip away, walking naked, being released. It is difficult, but why is it so? Change the status, get in front, be judged of laughed at, or even let them mourn for you. You are not gone, you never were so present and so available. Take the needle; make a path of discontinue lines to be followed, in the mist as in the clarity. Swirling up, blanket weaver for all seasons, just to make this large room a place to live. One stitch, one stop, one look around, one distraction, one accident, now you got short with the thread… What a disaster! you may think. What a senseless chaotic labor… But just in time, an oxygen bubble rises up to distract from vanity. It is called inspirational encounter, honey sip, be queen bee, be who you want be and only with you want to be. It was an enriching trajectory, so often disbelieved, so many times filled just with the urge to quit. Every agony reaches its end, every single second there is an empire opening, an inviting kingdom, or maybe just a little garden, delighting in its way. Caravans are going to the remote locations where these places are. The advance through the desert dunes is slow and arduous, and the thirst and hunger for older addictions, unbearable. So there you go little craving puppy, today you can pass the equator. How many centimeters do you think you still can grow? B_Nour
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