Finding the li

What’s the point?

The beauty of it is that when you arrive at the point

You see that it’s connected to another point

And another point

And so many other points

That you begin to recognize

That it’s really

Not a point after all

And you see that the full stop

Is really so full

With everything that’s come before

And everything still to happen

That it’s really not a stop

Just a coming and a going

A moment to pause

And notice

And when you get to the period

You look up and see

That it’s all part of a much greater period

That encompasses all the other periods

That have been

And are yet to come

At which point

You notice that the point

Is one point in an infinite connection of points

That fill the universe

And that the point of it all

Is no point at all

TRUST

Trust that the breath you exhale

Will be followed by another one

In its own good time.

Trust that the wind biting your skin

Will eventually give way to

The warm kiss of the sun.

Trust that smiles invite,

That frowns conceal,

That eyes can be a gateway to the soul

And that words don’t always mean

Exactly what they say.

Trust that hurt will lead to closure

For a while

Until it’s over

And you open up again

A little bit stronger.

Trust that the bird gliding overhead

Won’t deposit droppings on your face

And if it does

You can always clean it off.

Trust in trust.

Trust in the fact that

Trusting won’t always take you where you want to go

But not trusting

Never will.