I wanted to rise
So I thought about rising
I planned about rising
I packed all the tools I thought I needed
in order to rise.
And so I became heavy.
I became heavy with my dreams
My bags were loaded with aspirations
I was so burdened by the pressure of rising
That when I tried to move, I was stuck.
“I have to be perfect when I start,” I said
“I must have all the answers before I’m ready,” I reasoned
And so packed more stuff into me that I thought
would make me perfect and ready before I began.
But the hands of the clock went round and round
The sands in the hourglass were emptied and filled over and over again
The passage of season felt like the passage of wind
And I was still stuck..
My dreams of rising turned to nightmares
My daydreams started to haunt me
And then one day I realized…
That to rise, one has to be light.
A bird flies, a person climbs a mountain
A gymnast pulls herself up in the air and
A runner runs faster than the pace of his breath
Only when they are light…