What will I do now?
with so many questions,
attempts to calculate the future.
You cannot assign numbers
to the incalculable. Impossible
to understand that which is
beyond understanding. Demanding
life to take on a certain form is the norm
but isn’t this a pity?
life doesn’t wait for our comprehension
it just keeps going.
will we arrive at the end with awareness of the journey
or will we be unconscious
until the last moment awakens us
to what we have had all along?
Your peace is a sign of your awakening.
Always there. Always waiting.