Like a feather I hold them,
my childhood experiences,
my hidden fears,
my confusing emotions,
and troubled thoughts.
Everywhere around me,
a gentle wind keeps blowing,
releasing the feather,
I see it all, disappearing from my horison.
There, in the empty space,
a warm sun is rising,
I open my eyes, my heart and soul,
every atom of my being,
immersed and rising.
