The Unknown
Bursting forth from slumber
She awakens into not knowing
No longer confined
To thoughts and beliefs
No longer restricted
To any particular form
In the moment she decides
To let herself go
So completely
The series of events
She used to call her life
Are washed away
At the bank of an ancient river
While she watches
With curiosity
And amazement
That she could have ever named
This collection of stories
As “me”
Now her only compass
Is the wind that moves
Through her
She tastes the freedom
Of being lived
The sweetness
Of being no one in particular
And yet so much more
Her only guide
The unknown