Unweaving the web
Long sown by time,
I look inward past
Half-truths and lies
Beyond the confusion and fear
And see uncertainty.
I look to the past to
Delineate the now-
To the cries and pleadings
Of covert demands
Of stamps and rackets
Of mood games played.
Where lies the me, the
Open, honest, salt of the
Earth;
Free spirit, swimming not drowning?
Am I a figment of
My imagination
Or a spectre of someone else’s
Existence?
Or maybe it is that-
I am who I am-
And I live it!?
May 2011
'Only what is really oneself has the power to heal.'-Jung.
ReplyDelete'Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.' -Rilke
ReplyDeleteHi! Thanks for the comment. I do ask questions of myself all the time and I do look for answers, but I think I am self-aware. This poem is probably more rhetorical than literal and the last four lines probably sum me up at the moment – “I am who I am- And I live it!?”
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