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