THROUGH ALL THE ENDLESS CONTRADICTIONS OF MY INNER LIFE
Through all the endless contradictions of my inner life
I maintain a certain calm and happiness
Perhaps it is my mother’s spirit in me
Who so loved life until it cruelly took her speech and mind away
Perhaps it is the sense
That at the end
Through it all
I am doing my work
Writing it down
And that all the feelings
Are simply ‘material’ for me
Or perhaps
It is simply the pleasure of
I being I and me being me
The center of my own little being
In any case
Contradictions multiply
There are difficulties
I stop I think I reflect I notice I write
Joy and calm are in me
I am doing my work
I am writing these lines.
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