Joy of Doubting

Joy of Doubting

doubting the One
I chop at my tree pickax
in hand and joy in mind
thinking I’m smart
until I collapse from the loss
of a foundation

doubting the One
I siphon my lake
pump in hand and joy in mind
thinking I’m clever
until I dry up, lifeless
from the loss
of water

doubting the One
I paint clouds in my sky
covering the sun with
brush in hand and joy in mind
thinking I’m creative
until I can’t see, in darkness
from the loss
of light

– Suchaturi Birchall.

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