Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Being I

The silence
churns inside,
something
pushes me aside,
still exploring
to walk that tight rope ,
still reciting solitude,
learning recluse,
banishing hope.
To die
& live at alternate moments,
being patient with things
in torments
even if I never find my deliverance.
to walk the thin rope of keeping my identity
& yet thriving for that
holy grail of success
as in world it is called,
pursuing liven over stillness,
no matter how much they are stalled.
where success or failure
are still equally nigh,
Learning the lessons
in being I.

1 comment:

Pretty Me!! said...

i liked this,,, :)