I Am a Moment Passing

Today I am

blank—
somewhat hidden.

I am bare,
a featureless void.

I am aloof detachment,
pondering nothingness.

I am anxiety,
yearning
for the return
of my usual fervor.

There is something in me
unaccounted for—

because I am not
detached,
nor uncurious,
nor lethargic.

Just…

a pale need,
a slight ache,
a quiet confusion.

How am I
deficient
and fragmented?

And I am told—
you are not
either of those things.

You are
a moment
passing.

And it is your choice
how to feel about it.

So—

I am love,
the greatest something
born from nothing.

I am acceptance
of what is fragmented
and flawed,

of all knowing
and unknowing.

I am bright—
and present,

shadowed
to a perfect depth.

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