My fear speaks of doom. My fear exaggerates.
My fear speaks of haste and hurry. Restless, at best.
My fear speaks in judgment and shame.
My fear is not all seeing and all knowing.
It knows very less and sees very less.
Calmness and Fear
My calmness is non-verbal.
It speaks through a beat. Through the movement of my feet.
My calmness is slow and deliberate. My calmness is careful.
My calmness is restorative, and restful.
My calmness is content. My calmness breathes deeply.
My calmness does not judge, does not criticize, does not have an agenda of its own. When I bring my fear in front of calmness, it only notices. It sees the nature of fear, as it is.
Courage and fear
My courage is playful. My courage is creative.
My courage learns. It improvises; opens possibilities.
My courage is boastful. My courage is confident.
My courage is discerning, My courage scans the room.
My courage is restful, while being in action.
I don’t have to bring fear in front of courage. Courage knows fear already. And understands it.
But it knows that it’s no way to live.
Creativity and fear
My truest creativity is a void.
It is a space whose entry and exit, and contents, remain in the dark.
My fear knows nothing of its happenings.
The void has no matter for fear to manifest.
Clarity, compassion, confidence, connectedness and curiosity are yet to arrive. Yet to show themselves clearly. Yet to allow me to put them into words.