GET OUT OF YOUR BUSY HEAD

GET OUT OF YOUR BUSY HEAD

Get out of your busy head
There might be another version of those oceanic crossings. 
The words of your thoughts are those 
Of a magician with a tremendous power.
No need for a scale, or measures in this life recipe.
If there is but one precaution of the use
Mind the words of kindness left unsaid
The whispers not shared
The roars of the paths remained untraveled
Hushing of your heart
Leaning on empty silences
Looking for the keys of a stranger’s kingdom
And leaving yours, to the mercy of
Snowstorms and drought.

Get out of your busy head
Go wild instead of shrinking 
And looking for the heat
In the desperate hearts.

Get out of your busy head,
Let grow a flowers or poems
In the hole growing in your chest
Let the light pass through you 
Tenderly 
And meet yourself,
Maybe,
For the first time.

Mladenka Perroton, 1.1.2020