My breath still,
My blood pounding,
I remain, crouched,
In my hideout,
Hoping none would get to find me!
Pray, life has its arms surrounding me
Enlaced in a mystical embrace
And I, so coy, refuse to let my feelings
Be expressed on my face!
But it would seem that life can see through me
Life can feel what I feel
Life can sense my enthusiastic trepidation
Life, is after all, my ruler, the one who made me as I am!
Skillful in being itself, Life so subtly starts
To play the flute, knowing that, like the snake,
I shall be charmed and entranced
And that I shall willingly move out
And shed off any pretentious armor
That I have built around myself!
My breath exhilarated
My soul fluttering
I lower my guards
Move out of my hideout
And give in to Life!