We sit,

With our own unanswered questions.

Seeking,

Never to find,

Or conclude as we see fit.

With every answer,

Comes an opposing thought.

Divinely perfect,

As it is supposed to be.

Death and destruction,

Birth and constructs of our being.

It is,

Is it.

We see fit,

To our own curiosities.

Fighting amongst others,

Fighting amongst self.

Wrestling with self,

Own thoughts consuming or creating.

It is,

Is it.

We are,

Just Being.

~Ani Po