Displacement comes as a lack of a place in this space that is current.
Lost is the reminder that it’s time to reassess–
Fine precision in your next leading step.
Lost is being in a space you have yet to familiarize yourself with.
Guided by what is beyond…
Its grip will overpower you.
The grip you think you have will never be enough.
The river's current flows in one direction.
Displacement is seeing the picture in front of you.
Yet, have you thought about what might lie behind?
Lost is two eyes open–
Some will never see.
A prize to be unlocked
With all eyes open.
Allow for space,
Allow for it always,
To present itself with the displacement.
Space is needed to have a place.
The bird song will fill every corner;
The flight of the dove will reveal an open sky above.
Seek yourself
When lost.
Seek yourself always.
The river’s current flows in one direction,
And you will flow with it too.
Three eyes reveal the up,
The down,
And around,
All at once.
Never lost when yourself is found.
The picture presents the obvious.
However, this space is deceiving.
Familiarize yourself with it.
Displacement is a part of this space,
Yet in this space,
“Nothing but blue skies”
Has been written on the wall behind you all along.
You, a lost soul, have seen only what lies ahead.