Sitting still and stuck

A space to create

A space to meditate

Stuck I am

Reflecting why I’m here

Wandering through my thoughts and desires

The hook of fantasy-love

An alibi for daydreaming and idleness

Move on… said my Wind-Angel

What’s the next step? I asked

Sit and wait… answered my Wind-Angel

What the hell? I burst out…

Stuck I felt until I let go with the Wind…

I was wandering with ghosts in emptiness

Being stuck was an illusion

The door of freedom remained open to my closed eyes

Happiness is always waiting for you as long as you keep up Hope and Faith

Said my Wind-Angel