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!