Caught in Mid-Flight

Somehow no matter how many word I write I cannot completely convey my message. It is all fragmented; small tableaus of emotions and experience. No matter how huge my lexicon, I cannot describe the world I see. There is not a language which contains enough, no words that fit exactly.

I am myself
I am nothing and everything
I am a contradiction
I am a cohesive whole
I am here and there
lost and found
soaring through the heavens
but still earthbound
I am beautiful and attractive
ugly and repulsive
strong and weak
I am complicated in my simplicity
mysterious in my clarity
both self-centred and self-less
arrogant and modest
light-hearted and serious
painful and soothing
I encompass everything
But nothing encompasses me
I am always trapped
and eternally free
No cage can hold me
No body can contain me
I am a spirit flitting here and there
I am above it all
I am crawling through
the earthly filth
I am sophisticated and vulgar
Rude and polite
I am a spirit in transcendence
Caught in mid-flight.

Ily, 2001