Duality,
Liminal Spaces.
Nothing is final.
No feeling is final.
It is not too far away
Time is not against me
My body works to protect me
I get to belly laugh
and zone out
and cry
and feel angry
I get to move in
and go back
and go past again
I get to retrace
and remind
perplexed,
but not in despair
I persist --
despite the nagging
aching
gut-turning humanity inside me
I am a jar of clay
“I am scattered in its whirl”
I am steady
I am shaky
I am both and nothing alone
more with You
guiding me
within, without Both.