Shrinking ...

as a child

I was little

I knew nothing

and I could do nothing

on my own

I was only receiving

to be filled up

and grow up slowly

to see

to learn

to understand

to act

and to do

as much as possible

I was alive

and highly aware

of the things to be done

growing

more and more

in knowing

and understanding

each day

***

now

that I grew older

year after year

I am seeing more clearly

my own limitations

in knowing

doing

and growing

now

sometimes

I just can sit down

and gaze in wonder

I am strongly aware

of being alive

I can be silent

in the middle

of a lot of noise

and action

I know

a lot about things

that do not matter

any more

but I do not understand

the mystery

of life 

at all

there are a lot

more questions

than answers

I am floating

but not drowning

I am praying

but not striving

I am waiting

but not fighting

although

some days

are hard to bear

but this I know

for sure

I am openminded enough

to listen carefully 

to the whispering wind

I am able to drink

the warming sunlight

with a thirsty soul

I can patiently wait 

for the waters

flowing by

with a whispering promise

and 

I am certainly not 

afraid of the dark

sometimes

there is an experience

of happy satisfaction

in just existing

the more

I do not see

the more

I can believe

the bigger

the wonder

for things 

that can grow

out of nothing

the more

I am shrinking

when the light

of meaningful eternity

passes by

in moments

of precious time