If we focus long enough we can see;
There is Life and there is Death.
By each step we search for both,
By each desire we have chosen one.
It is undeniable which we truly want – Life,
Just as a newborn naturally wants Mother.
Time and again the focus tunnels us home,
Landing in the desert, we are brought to safety.
Sometimes I feel like I am already gone,
Other times I feel far too present.
Akin to fickle leaves before their season of emptying,
While still similar to the unwavering root of the baobab.
But is there a consummation to it all?
Somehow in my own dim confusion I see Peace.
Time and again the focus tunnels me home,
In the desert I begin to hear the tender whispers.
The answer leaves me standing in the desert.
In the desert what you lose is time,
In the desert what you gain is newness.
In the chaos of the desert there is no safe place to stand,
But one ever told me that chaos felt so like peace.
My only option is to step;
My only option is Life.