For the past few years I have become the type of person who collects and keeps less items, who travels and lives with less, who tries to make the space around her count.
The more I lessen the things around me that weigh me down, the more I found myself. I was thinking about this a few days ago, when a poem came to mind.
Here’s a poem for you.
Everything about me is becoming smaller
My own personal space, and then my personal space with you
Everything is more compact
I have shaved off the things I thought truly identified me
in the search for what identified me, truly
I am not done
I am continuously searching
but every time I touch you
the star shines bright back at me.
And let me tell you the space in the light is eternal
so I become smaller and smaller
make the space around me smaller and smaller
easier to take care of
easier to maintain
easier to care for that space
easier to fill with the Eternity of the Light that shone so bright before.
everything about me is becoming smaller and smaller
and now the distance that I must go
in order to find myself
has become smaller and smaller as well
and I am there
for the largeness that is me
till in the small space that is me
there is only the eternity of me
and nothing else.