You are there.
You have always been
there.
Even when you thought
you were climbing
you had already arrived.
Even when you were
breathing hard,
you were at rest.
Even then it was clear
you were there.
Not in our nature
to know what
is journey and what
arrival.
Even if we knew
we would not admit.
Even if we lived
we would think
we were just
germinating.
To live is to be
uncertain.
Certainty comes
at the end.
~ Erica Jong ( From 'Poetry Of Presence' An Anthology Of Mindfulness Poems )
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I usually write in my mother tongue Gujarati and sometimes in Hindi and English.
Nehal’s world is at the crossroads of my inner and outer worlds, hope you like the journey…
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