Simple poem about how busy our life become to the degree we simple forget to live and end up cancelling appointment with our own existence...Put the phone down today and forget about emails for 10 minutes, sit and read...

Sometimes you can find yourself confused and questioning what is that all life and passing time about? Are we living to the deepest level or just passing by...

Reflection on passing time and aging, when we suddenly come to realisation this is it- time has come. This was prompt by my family situation but there are often other moments in life when we ask "it that it, now?".

Longing

The essence of my belonging

The bone of bold existence

Place where the whispers are born

From uncertainty of unknown.

Becoming scream of loudness

For the place where it all started

Even before we were all born

For the centre of living

For the moment of being

For the time of never lasting

I am longing forever.

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