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.
Try to observe whatever is there.

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.

Poem

What is troubling me,
I cannot analyse.
And what’s the point—
Pouring all my energy
into living it.
Put the head in the wave
to cross it.