To Be

To Be
To be was always natural to me,
Yet something was missing—
Some pauses, some breaks…
How can one detach when one is never attached?

The Weight of Awareness
Pushing hard to be aware all the time—
It might be a stress, like chasing the wind, grasping the sky,
Forgetting that silence knows best.
Observe what cannot be observed.

The Choices
The inner choices I made as a child
Have brought me to this moment.
Now, looking back, I see—
Something in me was always aware.