I am a Moment Passing

Today I am…

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.

Feeling something inside unaccounted for…

I am not detached or uncurious, nor lethargic.

I feel a pale need, a flaw, a slight ache…confusion.

How am I deficient and fragmented?

And I am told…you are not either of those things at all.

You are just a moment passing,

And it is your choice how to feel about it.

I am love…the greatest something that came from nothing

I am acceptance of what is fragmented and flawed

And all knowing and unknowing.

I am brightened and present, shadowed to a perfect depth.