Reason to Be
How came I here?
To stop and ask the question
is to be washed up
on the present moment
like a castaway --
with all before
too tumultuous for tales
to be believed.
ahead: all new
and this at any given time
So many friends
and mentors have not made it
to this pass --
remembering them reminds me
that no act of love
is ever wasted
To love, to create,
to fight to be free of fear
I knew,
yet to act with compassion
was long in coming
life at times
was a cold cliff face
at others, fields of flowers
I floated through
indeed, I am rich
with both suffering and joy
and as for reason to be,
I have found none not to