Thank you, Open, for your warm and encouraging words.🙏

I wish to say something about this poem.

At times, not everything flows so well as I would like, and I don't have a need to be perfect. But it is essential to notice, to observe what gets in the way and attenuates the flow. By acknowledging and accepting the way I am, I can rest in that awesome okayness with myself. There is no need to chase another me somewhere in the future, waiting until I'm perfect. Because I'll never be. Nothing ever is perfect. The entire Universe is only ever seeking to know itself. And so do I, a smallest fractal of its majesty.

At times, it isn't easy to find the perfect expression. And this is not a reason to give up either. The river doesn’t stop flowing just because it hits a boulder. It finds a way around it. By holding lightly, I open up to various possibilities, the wider range, so to speak. And I know the right expression will find a way. Even if it won’t stay with me forever, I’ll give it a try, seeing in it a precious opportunity to learn about myself.

No, I don’t know myself as a good poetry creator. This poem found its way to my website Asya: Art of Being, as my self-expression. The basis for it - I wrote a post purely from my own experience. But something didn’t feel right, the tone... And then, after long hours of editing, it turned into a poem with the help of a “once-a-week” cup of coffee (for clarity and focus) and in cooperation with an AI text editor (finding a rhyme).

I hope it may serve as an inspiration to those in search of self and their creative expression. There is always a way!

With love to everyone ❤️

Asya