The Edge

The way I feel, strange...

As if sitting on the edge

of two opposite worlds.

Dying to one and yet

no reborn completely in the other;

nothing seems to have sense.

Nothing belongs anywhere,

so much inadequacy!

And such a loneliness!!!

Only the moment is friendly;

the movement of a flower opening,

the wet fragrance of the grass…

The world outside reflects my own dramas;

a wounded child, an accepted woman,

and a sage.