I open myself to the world

and I let everything come pouring in

it fills me

fills this emptiness thats waiting to take form

when you speak about your sadness to me

i become space for that sadness to exist

i become the space for the sad you to exist

when the sun peers through the clouds,

after a week of rain,

and showers the pavement in light,

and sends the leaves on the tree into a wild dance of light

i am the space for that beauty to arise

as i pay attention to every detail of the beautifull scene

i am the space for that beauty to bloom to its full capacity

as you struggle

in your worries of the day

and in your uncertainty in life,

what should i do?

where should i go?

i listen quietly

and let that suffering bloom to its full capacity

give it space to exist,

to continue its life,

because life always means change

and as i became space for you to exist,

you bloom to your full capacity

you come closer to your true self,

that which does not suffer,

which doesnt oppose itself to what is happening,

doesnt work very hard to change life,

but instead lets it bloom,

to its full capacity.