Without self-pity
Standing still,
and still standing
having with-stood those waves
that threaten to obliterate:
shame, pain, grief.
I simply stand
Not bowing, but willing
A stand neither rigid nor flaccid
I Am:
no more, no less.
Water and rock,
we flow and contain
we are motion and stillness both.
All this life already come and gone,
and still you stand
because You Are:
no more, no less.
