Janus
It seemed so far away, but now it's so near.
Far off in the distant future, but now it's so close.
More of a dream or a vision, but now it's my reality.
The door at the end of the tunnel looms before me.
It feels cool and crisp beneath my fingertips.
The door cracks open; a light shines from the other side.
Yet when the door is open, all I can see is white.
Blinded by work, struggles, achievements.
So much to do, so little time.
"To plan for the future,” that is my job,
Yet all I want is to be there.
No more waiting. No more wondering.
No more wishing. No more hoping.
Just to be there, living my life.
To reach that goal, skip all the steps, at the top.
And yet, to look at the past with no regrets.
No desires or wants, no thoughts and no needs.
Just pure, blissfully light, freedom.
Like a bird in flight, a fairy on the breeze.
For all of my questions to be answered.
But then, to stay here in comfort, with my world as it is.
Certain of what I have now, of who I am now.
No worries or qualms, simply life as it is.
To know exactly what is required of me, what I must do.
To see things clearly, as they are.
To understand the world, and myself, should I
Agonize over what will happen in the future, or
Despair in what has already come to pass?
All this time, so focused, on those two steps ahead,
Or those two steps behind,
Ignoring the step I'm on, this gift,
The present.
By: Elena Pollack
It seemed so far away, but now it's so near.
Far off in the distant future, but now it's so close.
More of a dream or a vision, but now it's my reality.
The door at the end of the tunnel looms before me.
It feels cool and crisp beneath my fingertips.
The door cracks open; a light shines from the other side.
Yet when the door is open, all I can see is white.
Blinded by work, struggles, achievements.
So much to do, so little time.
"To plan for the future,” that is my job,
Yet all I want is to be there.
No more waiting. No more wondering.
No more wishing. No more hoping.
Just to be there, living my life.
To reach that goal, skip all the steps, at the top.
And yet, to look at the past with no regrets.
No desires or wants, no thoughts and no needs.
Just pure, blissfully light, freedom.
Like a bird in flight, a fairy on the breeze.
For all of my questions to be answered.
But then, to stay here in comfort, with my world as it is.
Certain of what I have now, of who I am now.
No worries or qualms, simply life as it is.
To know exactly what is required of me, what I must do.
To see things clearly, as they are.
To understand the world, and myself, should I
Agonize over what will happen in the future, or
Despair in what has already come to pass?
All this time, so focused, on those two steps ahead,
Or those two steps behind,
Ignoring the step I'm on, this gift,
The present.
By: Elena Pollack