Sometimes I just weep for the person I was

I was not really alive

Or even aware of myself

And even lately

This waking up experience

It isn’t pleasant

At all.

What a mess!

Can I love it anyway

Can I let myself be

Ragged around the edges

Not all sewn together

Falling apart a little or a lot

Drowning at times

In high tides of uncertainty

The Buddhists say

We never stand on solid ground


Impermanance being the only certainty

So I will let the weeping tides rise

Until they wash away dismay

I will let the mess be

And say to the one inside me who always stumbled


Its okay my love

Not to know the answers

Or to have it all


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