252. Questions (Myshkin, 2023) · couplets

252. Questions  Am I willing to give up control of this life, Take my hands off the wheel and forget all the strife? Can I trust there’s a power above and below That is willing and able to listen and know What my heart never tells, while it suffers aloud From division of Self in the darkening cloud? Who’s the One that can guide, in the leaderless wild? Who’s the parent of every unquenchable child? I remember a time when I sang with the moon, When the music and rhythm made blood and bone swoon, When the smallest command I received, I obeyed And confusion would melt as I listened and prayed. What a terrible thing to be gifted and lose, The awareness “Surrender!” is better than “Choose!”, To be facing this world, like an orphan alone, Who’s attempting to grow like a seed in a stone. How much smaller can listening help me to get? Can a drop in the ocean forget that it’s wet? Can I dance with the wind and remember the sky? Who are you? What is what? When is now? Who am I?