This is the truth, so they say.
It caught me in more than a way.
I opened up to other sways.
Thinking, seeking what came my way.
Not knowing, probably behaving,
For that was another story of “having”.
Collecting stories from Sages; following,
Yet my core never related, hence resisting.
I struggled with what I always desired.
A rebel, so-called, was like someone I hired.
To have a feel of not belonging gave me shelter,
From living, sharing, exploring life and even better.
Then one day, one moment, one eternity,
I stood up, with a loving weak body,
Speaking from my heart:
I don’t know!
I trust… I feel…
I don’t know for I already do, for real.
And so, I shed, I surrender my all, I heal.
From thinking, from knowing, from unreal.
I am here. I am now. I express
Allah, I call…
Light, Love, Medicine, in every breath.
Maya Abou Chedid
