Who are you?
When there is no work to be done, no healing to effect, no state to transform, Who are you?
When there is no role to inhabit, no condition to alter and no problem to solve, Who are you?
No dysregulation to manage, no chaos to order, no order to maintain, Who are you?
No gap to bridge, no path to walk, no sense to make, Who are you?
. . . . .a seed that has been buried
safely in the warm, damp underground,
is drawn up through the darkness
in a seamless flowering
into light . . . . . .
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Likely not a problem, but a desire? A kind of physio-psycho-spiritual longing maybe??