SARAHELINA A Stranger in the Same Sky

I’m sitting in my own space, in my little home, a place that keeps me safe, where I can be alone. It gives me shelter, fills my heart with strength, and I can lose myself in silence there for hours at length. I’m deep inside my thoughts, where everything is still, cool air around my shoulders, and my hands are feeling chilled. But I’m not cold — I’m simply somewhere deep within, where I can hear the words and music begin. I don’t know where they come from, from somewhere in or somewhere out — I hear the music, hear the words, without a single doubt. I cannot put it into words, I don’t know what to say, I feel it moving deep inside and gently find its way. I take my notebook and my pen, and let the moment in, then give myself completely to the words that come within. It feels so familiar, and yet unknown, as if something draws me somewhere of its own. I have no control, I just follow where it flows, I lose all sense of time, and everything slows. I no longer see myself, I disappear from view, dissolving into being, becoming something new. I simply exist, with nothing to defend, I am just a channel, where beginning has no end. Yes, everything is happening, yet it happens through me, I can feel this whole world in all its mystery. I see it through the prism of my inner soul, and somehow every part becomes a part of the whole. I’ve always felt like I don’t quite belong, I can’t explain this feeling, right or wrong. Sometimes it feels like I came from somewhere else, like I’m a stranger here, a story no one tells. And yet, somehow, I am needed here, this world feels foreign, yet somehow draws me near. I feel like I belong, though I don’t know why, a stranger in this world beneath the same sky. It feels as though I don’t belong, and everything around me feels as if something’s wrong. But even so, I see the beauty everywhere I go, while I don’t understand what makes this world move and flow. I’m trembling, but I’m not cold, I cross my arms and hold myself, waiting for what will unfold. I don’t know what this feeling asks of me, I’m waiting for an answer from the universe to see. It feels so familiar, and yet unknown, as if something draws me somewhere of its own. I have no control, I just follow where it flows, I lose all sense of time, and everything slows. I no longer see myself, I disappear from view, dissolving into being, becoming something new. I simply exist, with nothing to defend, I am just a channel, where beginning has no end. Yes, everything is happening, yet it happens through me, I can feel this whole world in all its mystery. I see it through the prism of my inner soul, and somehow every part becomes a part of the whole.