Keep breathing

Usually the city feels tense and gritty,
all dynamics firmly cast in stone,
busyness setting the overall tone.

Navigating by and through synchronicity
I slowly lose my blindness
and regain my kindness.

From chaos to order and back,
surfing the dark side of the moon,
dismantling the narrow cocoon -
just don't trip on the track.

The city remains tense and gritty,
but I don't scream and shout -
floating in tender tensegrity,
I just breathe in and out.