The Terror of Changing

The ultimate paradox of existence:

The unbreakable desire to transform

And, yet the same space is so filled

With the most breathtaking terror.

To be or not to be seems like a question

But, in reality, you already know it's not.

You already sense the jump into the void

Where "being" and "non-being" coexist.

You are so terrified, yet you still in desire.

You might push your mind down the cliff

To meet the silent voice of your inner heart

That you sense beating, but cannot hear.

The prison of the known is so boring,

The suffering is so painfully the same,

And yet the fear of the unknown chaos

Is still more uncomfortable to change it.

The pattern of the instinctual emergence

Where body sings in harmony with soul,

Where mind asks for the deep wisdom,

Forever flowering and trembling heart.

The endless dark forest of such existence

Where every step is a never taken one,

Every breath opens the unseen spaces

Nourishing the never stopping cocreation.

How do you live without the dear order?

How do you surrender without open wings?

How do you walk through the clever illusions

Where you cannot predict what's coming next?

How can you even trust this unknown chaos?

Don't you feel the ground shaking like crazy?

Aren't you terrified of such deep mysterious

That you are ready to embrace the uncertain?

I trust that chaos because it has a meaning.

It doesn't shuffle ordered cards for nothing.

It simply gives birth to harmonious coherence,

A way more exciting structure than the order.

The universe has danced and always will

Between creating new forms and realities,

Putting naked stars in wild constellations

Where the embodied structure feels like home.

And after some time of "ordered" explorations,

The universe is blowing its cold wind again

To expand a bit further the impossible limits,

To give some new air and space in-between.

It might be a bit freezing for a brief moment

But, don't worry, continue to breathe within.

Remember there is always a small star burning

Inside your heart to keep you cozy warm.

When you have the courage to maintain

Your sovereignty in a deep interconnection,

When you know how to respect the power

Without hurting the dignity of the other,

When you know how to love blindly,

Not naively, but with innocent purity of ego,

You will not fear the unknown as much

Because you'll know how much you're loved.

The transformation is inevitable, certain.

You already know this in each of your cells.

And, yet you still cling to unfinished and old,

The dreams you had no courage to believe in.

What makes you scared the most in here?

What kind of attachments are still needed?

In what kind of dreams do you prefer existing?

How would you like your prison be decorated?

What would you like to feel and smell in there?

What are the life lessons that you're choosing?

What colors of forgiving will be cast upon you

To make your game more excitingly interesting?

In what kind of doors will you dare to enter?

In which world will you get rid of your keys?

To whom will you offer the impossible gifts

Of your heart exploding in endless magic?

To whom will you give it with authentic pleasure,

Not because you are scared or want to belong?

Whom will you trust enough, love so intensively

That you wouldn't even know what fear means?