What I seek knows me,
but I have yet to know it.
What I seek claims me as its own -
Yet sometimes what I think
I am really isn't me.
What I seek is not really sought,
but instantly recognized as me.
What is me?
I'm not too sure.
Who writes this now?
I'm not too sure.
I'm not too sure anymore.
My certainty seems to fade.
My conviction is waning.
Righteousness doesn't seem relevant to me anymore.
Observations seem more worthwhile.
Conclusions can never be made.
Thoughts can only be unraveled and deconstructed
into total simplicity.
Simplicity is here -
It's what I hold onto to feel everything.
Simplicity is the most beautiful quality
that I have discovered recently.
No doubt,
this will change again.
And in the change
I will try to remember
simplicity as a sweet, precious friend.
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