Sailing

There's no right way
to explore an unmapped heart.
No navigation guidelines.
No obliged stops.

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.

Just beware of conditioned signs
they'll 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.

Sink, you'll be alright love