Starting Anew
Alone -
knowing myself,
Yet
surrounded by others unknown;
At peace in
the knowledge of what is right,
Yet anxious
about steps taken;
Calm with
steadiness in the depths,
Yet troubled
on levels unknown.
How can such
opposites hold together
without
tearing apart the whole?
What is the
glue which binds
such
disparate truthes in stable tension?
It is my
humanity
–a bundle of
paradoxes parading as oneness.
It is my
humanity
– conflicting
compasses in a sea of chaos.
Being human,
I hold such tensions
And maintain
such confusion –
Secure in
insecurity and doubt,
Joyful in
sorrow and sadness,
Peaceful in
conflict and uncertainty,
At home in
homelessness and exile,
A stranger
even among friends and family
This, this
bag of uncertainties and confusions –
Like grab-bags
of treasures and relics in a shop –
This is to
be fully alive. This is to be completely real.
This is true
life
Unknowable,
unpredictable, uncertain,
yet
promise-filled.
This is true
life
Knowing
incomprehensibly that in the end
– and after
–
it will make
sense.
