Can we ever untangle the maze?

“Light bulb ideas I thought held promise, fade away, yet this one stays bright.
I’ ve made it all, now what to do or undo with it.”

Is the end the beginning, or the beginning another end?…

How can we know…?

How can we know while being in the maze?…And being there,
where do you start other than in the very spot you stay?

Yet…

How did we end up here?

Is “here” another insidious “there”?…

What word to utter?…What step to take…?

Sometimes you can´t no longer stay still, but moving is no answer either,
as you might end up in the same spot from which you once proceeded…

Everything is the same and not the same.

So “to do” is no answer…- as little as “undo” is…

This fumbling around is so depleting…

But one thing I know:

As I write these words to you “I move”…even if I stand still…

I hear the echo of your listening…

So soothing.

How can we know…?

As long as You live at the periphery of your life,
I won´t know either the center of my being.

But if the Center talks to me, would you know that…?