Adrift,
with neither an anchor to port nor the wind to support its sails,
inhaling
is the sole solution for moving forward – giving purpose to movement –
exhaling
seems a betrayal of all that was lost when life kept its promises:
– constant change – what is born must die – what laughs must cry – no experience is a lie, yet all experiences are lies because they are not constant.
Adrift
– our state whether known or unknown, contentment only coming with the belief that God’s hands will guide us – no God means no home –
either way – what is born must die – what laughs must cry – no experience is a lie, yet all experiences are lies because they are not constant.