Deep in the desert she sat on the honey colored sand and watched an eagle fade in the far. Her tired hands dug uncertain shapes in the sand that was warm like life. Look how it slips away from my tight fists. Several steps away there is a lone flower. I don't know,cannot know and shouldn't know of how it is that a lone flower stands in the midst of this vast desert, so proud, so beautiful, so certain, brave, strong and fragile. This silence is holy. Having no answers is holy. I am not looking for enlightenment, awaiting an epiphany or a miracle. Why should I complain? If my journey has been crooked, twisted and thorny with endless labyrinths, I also have known beauty, and I have known and always will know of longing in the midst of this endless desert. To long is passion passion like poetry running in the veins of life. I've seen a lone beautiful flower my heart aches from the thought of what has been, is, and will be. I stand before the unknown. The unknown that has always been there and with all my being, I know it. The unknown that is so certain of leaving me in pain, darkness and confusion; The unknown that reassures me of the vastness of love, growth and beauty. The unknown that is my shield against everything and anything I encounter. You slip away from my grasp and yet, you are always here and no, I do not have any questions.
Hydeh Aubon (7/16/09)
