Here today I vow

I sense my wings opening

Far from shy

On the big waves of my imagination

And I called upon you another soul in my neighbourhood

to gladly share this vision.

I would like to pick up the pen and write until my hands hurt

Some voices returned a NO

I would like to invite seekers in my space and listen to their soul searching stories

Some voices returned a NO

I would like to share what I loved and learnt from my favourite books, pilgrimages, silence, beauty, rituals of joy.

Some voices returned a NO

I would like to invite you in my silence and sit in silence together from outside to inside and reverse

Was it a different answer there, dear voices?

I would like to bring to the world all the simple nourishing and blissful recipes I love to improvise

I would like to share my kind voice into a space of contemplation where judgement does not live

I would like to take up poetry and prose and let all the bottled up turn into uncorked and let it all out to breathe and rest

One day even today the bottled up distills and evaporates in this nectar particles that would heal

This nectar of kind words

This nectar of energy reverberating and touching someone’s heart

Intentions shared on the verge of sensing my calling

Intentions met with many a NO

Intentions met with a deep brick wall of FEAR

That were not mine to take upon

Yet, in the near proximity of other FEARS, I let them

I let them because

I let them because I thought I understood them

I let them because FEAR was a presence I only started then to tame

I let them reverberate their energy back into my innocence through trust

I let them breathe in my innocence and listened to all the voices outside my head

I let them voices making sense of my own innocence

I let them voices finding tiny labels to define my innocence

I let myself collect these tiny labels piling up on this old travel suitcase

I have kept travelling ,meeting old and new voices and and I have kept collecting these tiny labels

And when I looked closer today, I could see clearly the tiny “no’’s.

The power of the capital NO of yesterday's scaled down

to this tiny illegible label I knew of it.

And I can say now myself NO to let them tower over my dreams.

My space of innocence decided at some undefined moment in time no to carry that old suitcase anymore.

Respect to all experiences, memories that took me here today.

Accessing this live archive just to see how far I rode the waves of our imagination

Towards a big YES

Leaving behind the gateways of small “no”s

That was yesterday

That was yesterday-year

That might me one day along the bumpy roads we travel when I might not recollect this poem today

A kinder voice I met first time few days ago met me at this mystical highest common denominator

A kinder voice asked what are your vows for the voice you see becoming?

I took then the pen and I wrote till my hands hurt

I took then the courage to share this with this kinder voice and also with more kind eyes, and years and voices around

Here today I vow to choose myself

Here today I vow to choose my voice and trust its kindness fully

Here today i vow to let myself embrace my own enthusiasm and turn it into forms of creations I would not even anticipate now

Here today I vow to let myself embrace my streams of imagination.

Here today I call upon you with the same kind voice- I hear you, I hear your fears.

Voices - I hear you. I hear your fears knocking at the windows and doors I have opened wide to meet you.

And this time I say capital NO to you.

As here today I vow that my kind voice

It is ready to reach out to all seekers of compassion

To all seekers of self-understanding and seekers of self healing

Seekers of truth and authenticity

Seekers of self-acceptance

Seekers of soothing tenderness.

My kind voice becomes your kind voice should you need this extension in hope

My kind voice turns on the power to create and share

My kind voice says no to an outside voice seeks to silence buds in their cocoon of growth

My kind voice might be rattled for a day and I will care to it with tenderness

My kind voice that leaned in to the FEARS yesterday, tamed it all with buds of HOPE

My kind voice is here to stay is here to articulate vowels and consonants into the poems of the future

The poems of unique weaving

Weaving from the inside beauty and innocence

Weaving from the trust in my own goodness

Weaving from the mysticism of all my experiences into this gentle silken glove touching your tired temples

Respect to all “ yester-decades “ of letting “no”s inside the windows are meeting today clarity

Clarity to let the capital “YES”es in my highest soul building their own expressive forms

Here today I vow YES to the heart, the light, the compassion wide alive inside me

Here today I vow YES to these spheres of protection around me

Here today I vow Yes to those who meet halfway and grasp the same language of resonance.

No translation needed.

A simple nod of understanding instead.

Outside the windows. Outside the doors.

Here today I vow to let myself grow these seeds of wonder

Wonder of sadness, wonder of joy, wonder of kindness embalming still the

Sorrows when they might rise.

Nothing more and nothing less

Nothing more and nothing else

Here today I vow YES to Worthy. I vow YES to kind voices alike.

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Thank you to all inspiring my explorations just at the right timing just like today at 5am.

And too all celebrating in the East of elsewhere my kindest wishes with the New Lunar of the Wood Snake,

Yours truly,

A kind voice……