By Nathalie Amazan
Lately, presently feeling surreal
Something I am doing, or not?
How can I fix it, or not?
Is it the flower?
Is it the sleep?
Is it the isolation?
Are these explanations or the solution?
Interrogating myself, my care, my love
How do I relate
Feeling my eyes lowering
forcing my body to relax, ease the tense of the day
or prepare for it
Take in the fatigue, the euphoria all at once
know that whatever you may call it
it is something felt
and that may be enough for now.
Stop trying to write the universe.
Let the universe speak in all the ways
even the mundane can open up galaxies.
The things we do not know are mysteries quite literally
If and only if one is in pursuit of Truth
Ignorance may very well be bliss but it will never fix the pain of tomorrow’s unknown
Or enjoy its beauty
I live to seek and I will surely find
Truth through the mysteries
Unfortunate events of life.
A poem by Nathalie Amazan. To see more, visit her blog: https://medium.com/@natamazan