What is clear for one;
may be ambiguous for another.
I fear I will not get a change to arrive –
Be brilliant and share in the abundance of life.
I fear death – that I will not matter to anyone.
I fear that an unforeseen event will snatch me off my path,
knock me over and disturb the whole.
I catch a glimpse of the shame of disappointment in myself.
The over reactions out of fear, anger and doubt.
In the quiet stillness of a moment,
I see the blame I put on myself for the misfortunes
I create and how I project that into the world.
Grief seeps through the cracks – of all that I lost
… it zooms through my mind.
I escape from the labyrinth of lies
I tell myself of my character and nature
to run freely through the meadows of humility.
In that brief moment of awe, I am absorbed in the beauty of what is.
The illusions of my mind disappear….
I am no more.
Yet the greatest test has not begun – giving up what is closest to my heart.
The essence for getting on… what ties me to this world.
How will I arrive and be there in time?