I sit in my room
pen in hand
paper waiting
silent and
expectant for words
thoughts drift by
elusive, slipping
like shadows
flickering candles
dancing in the wind
they come and go
without warning
leaving some traces
that fade too quickly
I grasp at them
they slip through
fingers trembling
with the weight of
invisible words
words that refuse
to take shape
to be seen
to be felt indeed
my mind a labyrinth
twisting as wines
turning as tides
no clear path found
only echoes of
what could have been
each corner turned
leads to another
at last a dead end
a new beginning
indistinguishable
I try to write
but the tinged page
remains empty
a mirror reflecting
my wandering soul
it mocks me
it taunts me
with its blankness
its unyielding silence
a pristine canvas
waiting for colors
that never come
I am lost
in the vastness of
my own mind
searching for meaning
in the spaces between
each fleeting thought
each whisper and echo
of something more
something just beyond
my reach
there is a comfort
in this aimless journey
a reminder
that we are all
seekers
trapped in rooms
filled with the echoes
of our unspoken dreams
rooms filled with
the ghosts of
what we once hoped for
what we still
hope for
perhaps in this
I find a quiet truth
that to be lost
is to be human
and in our wandering
we discover
who we are
and who we could be
we find jigsaw pieces
of ourselves
in the fragments
of our thoughts
in the moments
of stillness
and confusion
so I sit
in my room
pen in hand
paper waiting
silent
still expectant
not for words
but for lessons
taught and learnt
knowing that
in this state of
being lost
I am not alone
we are all
travelers
on this winding path
each step
a testament
to our shared journey
through the unknown
and in this shared journey
we find connection
an unspoken bond
in the silence of our rooms
in the stillness of our hearts
we learn that being lost
is not a destination
but a part of the voyage
a necessary pause
that brings us closer
to the essence of our being
to the vastness of the universe within
and as I sit
pen in hand
paper waiting
I accept the uncertainty
the beauty of not knowing
for in these moments
we become
we grow
we find our place
in the ever-changing medleys
of existence
for in being lost…I did not find…but learnt in uncertainties
Suggested Readings:
Fire of Life | The Journey into the moment | Dr. Gabriella Korosi
If You Want to Know God — Listen to Stillness | Storms of existence — Come and go — Stillness remains | Karsten Ramser
Manifest Your Reality |Poetically Unfolding Authenticity | Jan C. McLarty
