I don't want to feel hurried.
I want to have space to breathe.
Room to create, room to release
what rises within me.
I cannot compare these days
to those past or those of another.
I cannot even try to make sense of them.
Some matters simply need not
be understood or grasped.
There is courage, wisdom, in fact,
in accepting the truth that life is mostly mystery,
so far beyond grasp.
Even still, a piece of me rears its head,
wanting to resist, to control, to sort it all out.
Yet, it's clear now that resisting
simply wears the soul out.
Sometimes these things that come
make so little sense, even to me.
But that is what it is -- life,
a mystery.
