Some times.
Some times if we want
the Treasure deep inside
we have to dig deep.

We do not enjoy suffering
yet I know of no one who doesn’t suffer.
How do we come to peace with suffering?

How do we reconcile its existence?
Can it be reconciled?
Is the attempt at reconciliation a denial
of the possibility…the possibility that our
“suffering” hides a treasure that will allow
us to touch what is deeper inside…more real.

Some times–like at this moment–
I feel every thing is okay.
I know that I continue to find my way
just as I have all my life.

I was not there with my language or
my intellect at my conception.
And nor was “I” there at the beginning
micro-second when I was a droplet of
water. which is how you and I had our
beginnings.

Some times when I consider
this, like today,
I realize there were no experts
to consult, no one to give me
the steps to success

What thoughts did I have?
What brain directed me?
And even, yes, even this:
What Heart did beat for me then?

The embryogenesis of life is
some thing to deeply consider.
I don’t find answers but
I find more questions

Yet these questions nourish
a deeper place in me.
there are no answers;
yet, I write these words not
as answers but as expression
to feed my soul.

I will listen to experts when
needed but experts will not guide
my soul and heart nor give me
the deeper questions.

Some times, digging deep
is the only way to go.

Some times, we have to let go
of the periphery, of what has
no meaning and is life less.

Some times, we must let go,
or else live as the dead.

Some times, we will have
the courage to go deep.
and live courageously.

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