Living In The Question

I stand on the mountain top overlooking my life.

Chaos. Separation. Confusion.

Always wanting to know the answer.

I can master you, Life.

You must make sense to me.

My heart and mind battle.

My body suffering a civil war.

Love vs. reason

Why so different?

I turn my back on my past and look toward the opposite horizon.

A vast, open ocean lay before me.

No answers in sight. No direction to call upon. No path to follow.

Just the questions with no certain answers.

Without processing and planning my mind becomes unemployed.

Taking up residence in my heart.

Unity, harmony, presence occupy my being.

I lift my hands in the air and free fall into the blanket of uncertainty.

Feeling courage that nothing, yet everything is here.

When you live in the question, you live here.

The thought is here.

The moment is here.

So the question is, will you live here with me?