Chasing my Mojo, smoke in my hands...
Balance, Equilibrium,
Eyes closed, my Hope open.
Can't push-pull, can't climb, crawl or dig...
The harder I try,
The further away I get.
Standing still brings me closer.
Yet, just when I'm there,
I reach to quickly
Or hold too tightly...
I forget myself and the chase begins anew.
I am always finding... and losing...
And finding again.
My Mojo, like my life,
A work in progress.
"Eyes closed, my Hope open." Love this. Such a delicate balance. Oh, and love the pic. Wish I would have found that! :)
ReplyDeleteI was liking that line too! Even during a time of lost mojo, that "hope open" is optimistic - is almost a mini mojo - it's almost like your mojo is with you even when you aren't aware of it & are actively chasing it ~
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