i am young, i am old
i am new, fresh, untold.
i am wise, i am naive
it is on faith, that i thrive.
i am new, fresh, untold.
i am wise, i am naive
it is on faith, that i thrive.
when it seems i am tormented
actually i am fermented.
for my sake? i do not know –
to be a channel pure, i know.
may each pain enable me
to shed my skins with thankful glee.
through my changing forms i go –
changeless, eternal, me to know.
~ vani murarka