Nov 062014

if I knew

If I knew where sadness or anxiety comes, if I knew … I do not know, and I’m tempted to deny it. And yet it is there, sometimes. Perhaps this is an echo of an ancient past that memory erases or hides, it is perhaps a whisper of the present, so vast, so multifaceted, so interconnected … perhaps an intuition of the future which not yet here, it is moving. I will pursue a reason, with the powerful mind and be useless. For within no time, the boundary between real and imagined vanishes, Then, humbly, just resting, waiting, looking out the window the automn, and watching without seeing the invisible, just to feel and let be what is, the way it is.

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