Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Young Living

The Questions often asked of us,
repeated, repeated, whether intentional or not,
whether outright or in the words we are taught.
They are there seeping into our pores when all we want is to explore.
And so we answer, whether outright or not:
No, I don't know where I am going
No, I have no idea what I want to do
No, I do know if I was meant to be with you.
Thought at times, these answers are covered up
with words that speak in a language our questioners will accept
To get them off our back, to recoil to that state
where as youth, we are kept.
Of angst, anxiety and anticipation.
All feeling the same feelings; the same hesitations.
Asking what it means to be real, does it mean we will finally get to feel?
To know everything that has happened and will happen?
No.
Things come up and we take it, taking an opportunity to make it.
This means to stop looking
Relax
Breath
And Live.

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