You Are This Mess. You Are This Life.

 man looking out at sunset landscape

How will you know which thread is yours

if you don’t pull on a few strands?

The messiness of life

is the tangle of the threads

The tiny rivulets

that will carry you

to your final oceans,

a destination

that can only be spotted

from the center of the mess

You call it tangled

I call it perfectly lost

 

Open yourself up

to let the mess in

Let it penetrate your heart

with the wisdom

that can only be found

in the path of no escape

How can you escape from something

that cannot be separated

from who you are?

You are this mess

You are this life

The knotting and unraveling is one and the same