I felt it. First it was like back then. But after a while i realized, it was different. It was a feeling of contempt. Of wholeness and of being at ease with everything, even with all that went bad. Nothing was washed away, it wasn't as if nothing happened and everything went to the start, as i assumed it would be and what would be unacceptable for me.
No, everything stays where it is. But my view to it was calm. I don't need to throw anything away to make place for something else to replace it. I liked that idea. I just open the door to new rooms inside me. empty rooms, with white walls and nothing in it but the light shining in through those high windows. With all my experience i can keep and use, i will not rush in. I will move over with very little luggage and i will keep the old place, because the soul has endless space.
