Jul 14 2009
Why?
Why?
is my question
Why?
is the answer
I need
Why?
is what keeps me
in bondage
Why?
keeps me awake
and asking
Why?
is what I will
never know
copyright 2009
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Why is unanswerable, isn’t it? Maybe it’s because it doesn’t matter any more. Just be. Just breathe and be and why will disappear into the nothingness from which it came. I love this poem because it reminds me of how ‘why’ makes life complicated when it can be as simple as breathing and being in the moment. Thank you, Dear, for reminding me to breathe. Love, S
it is a confoundment - absolutely. you rightly see what i speak of here -horrible vicious cycle. thank you,dear.
sarah