There is an end,

as there is a

beginning for this

fragment of living

that creates us,

in all our shapes

and forms

and expressions.

 

The beginning is

not for us to know;

but just like this,

so we will not know

the end as a state

of not living.

 

We live in this space

between not knowing

and not knowing,

and our knowing,

feeling, thinking

and being

finds its only

existence here.

 

And our connection

with other beings

is also from not knowing

to not knowing,

but they, unlike us,

may witness our

not knowing beginning

and our not knowing end.

 

In this witness to

our beginnings and our ends,

and the moments between,

lies much of the joy, the grief

and meanings of

living this mortal life.

 

7/12/2016