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?

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