In the moment

The listless wandering mind

The call of the wide seas

The pull of the land

Neither makes sense to me

The ambiguity and indecision

Hand in hand on the wet sand

The restlessness and inactivity

Neither makes sense to me

The desire to take the plunge

Held back by a frustrating need to float

Swaying on the string of insecure security

Neither makes sense to me

A huge tree fallen to ground

Revealing decaying roots

Seemingly arrogant yet so weak

Just when it seemed to be dying

One leaf sprouted defying

Fragile and oozing strength of life

Both make perfect sense to me

Like the circle

Neither a beginning nor an end

I feel free to embrace the confusion

I feel free to chase the closure

Neither bothers me in the moment

I am free!

But have I freed myself?

In the moment

A flower is born

The sky was overcast

The stones dark and dry

Awaiting the downpour

I walked past the crevice

As usual and stopped

There in the recesses

I saw a tiny bud

It was strange

Stone giving birth

It was a moment to behold!

I was drawn to the crevice

Every day! I watched

The bud was inching forward

Growing, acquiring new colours

The progress was slow

The struggle was on

I was anxious

I was scared

Today the bud is out of the crevice

Today the petals are unfolding

Today the core will reveal

Its secrets!

The dew is soothing its pain

As the sun kisses the tip

The breeze infusing new energy

And the bud is transformed

A flower is born

Still green from the pains of birthing

Shy and not fully open

Peeking at me eager and mischievous

I rejoice the new-born

I gaze fondly and I reach out, almost

I realize… the bud needs no help

To blossom!