Threshold

There is a stirring

real

confusing

frightening in effect

hard to embrace

I stall and question

who have I become

what came before

what brings me here

where values lie

Thoughts distract

and beg to be named

revealed

accepted

placed

What clarifies

between foolishness

and reality

or informs

if this be deserved

Will time develop

depth from uncertainty

or shroud the truth

that this

is mine for the making

Only when I know my own name

can I have place

for that which calls

to know it founded

or to call it worthy

Maybe the lesson

is to allow the confusion

and to meditate

on where lies the threshold

between thought, want and action