In the Middle of Somewhere
In the middle of somewhere,
life suspends its breath,
neither beginning nor end,
only transit and mystery.
There, time comes to a halt,
we are not what we were,
nor what we will be,
we are only heartbeat.
The middle is ambiguity,
a path that won’t reveal,
a horizon painted slowly
with brushstrokes of waiting.
Humility reminds each step,
we are not masters of the way,
chance and memory weave
their deep silences.
In the middle of somewhere,
solitude becomes company,
and company transforms
into silence that guides.
Each pause is a seed,
each step a revelation,
beauty lies in the transit,
not the goal, but the song.
We are perpetual travelers,
inhabitants of the instant,
in the middle of somewhere,
life becomes constant.
Credit: I used Google Translate.
The image is my own.