You Are This Mess. You Are This Life.
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
