...when mists fall stronger is Spirits's call....

I have entered mists
I let them fill my whole self

they dance within me a dance of no name
a dance of no form

How to stay sober in that?

They dance my own name away....
and memory of all what felt stable and secure..

In that space I feel all spirits around
I feel their feelings and stories of hunger of no time..

In that space I can not say no to spirits...
only sending love brings them and me a moment of peace..
a moment of no time

Letting be myself a pure and empty vessel of mystery and healing
I let mists become me
And  hunger of spirits transforms
And with it I transform too...