enough
For many, I am enough.
I can fill their lives with my presence and bring joy by doing
little more than breathing.
Why am I never enough for myself?
enough
For those who do not carry the burden of eternity a life
well-lived is enough.
We can enjoy the mystery of every joy and sorrow knowing
it is a natural part of being human and it is the fate of all who live.
When do we know that we have seen all that we need to see?
Enough
For a small select few a long life is never going to be
enough.
We search for more than this life because this is all
that we know and the prospect of a greater above, or a scarier below, spins us
onward as we search for a level of piety that will always allude us.
When do we stop longing for our righteous reward and breathe in the miracle of the here and now?
ENOUGH
For the ones who collect and stockpile for an uncertain
future, there has never been enough.
I have to constantly look beyond myself because the
mirror lies and it shows us images that are distorted and incomplete.
When will I discover that the only fear that will hold me back is not the fear of death but the fear of living?
ENOUGH
