Sailing

There's no right way 

to explore an unmapped heart. 

No navigation guidelines. 

No obliged stops. 

We are as broad as the ocean 

full of color, full of foam, 

but it's not by taking a boat 

you'll discover what it holds. 

Eyes can't reach the horizon, 

no truth is said with words. 

It's by being lost in the ripples, 

that home becomes close. 

How does it feel to be blue? 

A playful swirl in the sand? 

To be bubbles bursting in rocks?

The tide at moonrise? 

How does it feel to visit 

profound pits, shallow shores? 

To have crabs walking sideways, 

currents without goals? 

Connect the world below. 

Trust the rumblings of the heart,

they indicate the moment has come 

to offer your tired mind. 

Just beware of conditioned signs 

they will say instinct is not enough, 

that your map is incomplete, 

that freedom is a pipe dream. 

So, don't buy any compasses, 

they will only distract you. 

Feel your way through, 

time is not a factor.