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