Sometimes, we think, we wander
to look for those missing
pieces of ourselves.
What if it were the opposite?
What if we wander to shed off
piece by piece, layer after layer
of those things that burden us,
that veil us, that hinder us from
becoming not thing, nothing,
but only, solely our very selves.
And if ever, there exists, indeed,
something that is lacking, something
that will complete us, I believe
it is the Other, the fellow wanderer
also trying to unclothe itself
of excess and unnecessary clutter.
And it is only when we are nothing,
when we are only, solely ourselves,
that we could complement each other
into fullness, into a circle
that has neither end, nor beginning.
A circle always has two sides
but neither end nor beginning.
It excludes what is of no use
and keeps only the essential.
Like a stone surrendering
its roughness to the one
who tames it, as the river
rubs off its tenderness
on everything it kisses.
But it has neither end nor beginning.
Jay Galera Malaga
