Dreams come true

I carry the burning question with me as I reach the top of the mountain

I release it to the wind and walk backwards down the slope

I don’t fall

I look for an omen in the evening sky as the stars pierce the dark skies one by one

I catch a glimpse of certainty in the way the waves rise and fall as they crash against my cold body greeting the sunrise in the early morning

I lose all convinction during the course of day, as the clouds roll by and the rain excludes the Sun and fills the streets with the smell of doubt

I roam the Universe high and low

I consult my heart

and get a treacherous ever changable beat

yes - no – yes - no – yes- no – stay- go- stay- go –stay- go

I consult The Angel who walks through my room

and ask her to stay

She tells me

there was no question to begin with

it was just always so

I’m walking the fine line between knowing, trusting, emanating

and the fear of living in an illusion

Somewhere in the middle I find the truth:

That there’s but One

in the entire Universe

who holds the answer to this burning question

And that is the only One

I could never ask.

April, 2015, home come from Iceland, open hearted, (b)earthed and in lOve