Saturday, September 1, 2012

This Moment

Who am I?

Why am I here?

Feeling light as a feather

I don’t know where I am headed

The language the wind speaks is unfamiliar

But yet the places it takes me are familiar

I am either too far or too near…

I am either here or there…out somewhere

There is a fear of losing myself…or of being carried away

Or of unexpected arrival of meeting self!

Am I listening? Am I seeing? Am I feeling?

It’s either too blank or too clouded

Hope comes every now and then…

Telling me that the fear can go…if only I let go!!

Meeting compassion has made me stranger to an ambition

The comfort is making me restless

There is neither the worry of the past nor the fear of the future

I hold this moment closer than ever!

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