Who Knows?

16 Feb

Who knows?

As i sit in anxious state waiting for Godot— hoping he never shows. Like a sparkle in a glass, asking me if i care to go? i will deny the invitation— i will stay and enjoy the sparkle— as all sparkles go.

Who Knows?

As i move in trepidation. Waiting for the fulfillment of my day, afraid of my responsibility when it is appears. So i deny its invitation— i will take this breath and walk behind it. Watching it fade, from rise, to descent, and feeling fear disappear.

who knows the mysteries

attributed to the ground i stand on

if traveled

i will have accepted its maze.

If understood,


will have accepted its direction.



Rev:14-19 *.*  ‘The Night Before Breakfast”


Posted by on February 16, 2019 in Beginnings, Nature, Prose Poetry, Zen


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2 responses to “Who Knows?

  1. Carrie V. H.

    February 18, 2019 at 1:35 pm

    I love the idea of taking this breath and walking behind it. Each line is so thought provoking. Life is full of choices, like a maze, and we must choose, to wait or to move forward no matter what that may bring forth.

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  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    February 17, 2019 at 12:08 pm

    I love the thought of waiting for Godot… and maybe the whole purpose was for him to never come.

    the balance between travelling and staying is where we have to find ourselves

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