Past is trying to get me
trying to send me
its cold breath
by an unexpected surprise

I almost feel it
on my neck

But, what kind of power
Am I willing to give her?

Past is past
I will never look back

My conscience
is pure like
an early morning,
a new... beginning
each day
after a petite mort
of a dream world
during a night
or like fresh air
with sunshine
after a big storm

I love my presence
with each moment
of total awareness

To be or not to be?!
Shakespeare’s Hamlet
comes to my mind...

I’m excited
about my future
because even
my present moment
becomes a yesterday
And
tomorrow...
still haven’t come

How happy I feel...

Simply free!