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We Are Suspended In Transit

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  We are in Transit Poem: We step forward. Each step stirs dust into the air. The dry, shifting evening air. The sun is neither fully risen nor a witness. A silent guardian. Beginnings and endings, both here and just. At this hour. And yet shared. This is where time unravels. Where place dissolves and where movement lingers without. No words, no destination. This is the place. This is the sacred space. Each step cannot ignore faith. Where time unravels. Where movement lingers without end. A witness, a silent guardian. Beginnings and endings. Both here in the distance. The burden we carry is more than we thought. It is more than it is more than distance. It's the stories waiting to be uncovered. And the bond we strengthen along the way. Unanswered questions. Deferred dreams. The hope, the hope of arrival, leads us forward. At this threshold, we are neither lost nor found. We walk in the in-between. Each step whispers. Here we are. Here we are in the middle, in the middle and transit

Photo Darwin Dinghy






I placed all of my meanings into the departure
But I realised that a dinghy was not sufficient
So I place all effort into wealth creation
Which soon turned into job satisfaction
Which became and is now a work-life in-balance
And that in there is the simplicity of my dilemma

Will I regret not taking the next step forward
A step forward where my dedication is in making a difference
Where I can say I made a decision to make things better
Or a step forward where my dedication is in making self-sense
Where I can lose myself within meaning

I tow my dinghy for this reason
For I may have a change of heart
Else, should a tragedy force a course of action
Gasping, trying, enduring
In the hope that it is the essential me which cannot be reconciled
In self
or
In service



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