To Be

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.
Trying to stay with whatever is there.

The Choices
The inner choices I made as a child
Has 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—
I poured my energy to
live it.
Put the head in the wave
to cross it.

Poem

Each becoming what they were meant to be.
For me, silence was never just ambition,
but the soul’s choice.
Life unfolded only in accordance with that—
now I look back and see, all was meaningful.
No friends, no real attachments, no regrets.
I thank God,
for both the joys and the miseries.