POEM: Struggle
I struggle to climb
a high and rugged mountain.
I am the mountain.
I struggle to swim upstream
in a swiftly moving river.
I am the river.
I am the whole mountain,
The base, the peak,
And the winding path.
I am the whole river.
The first trickle of beginning,
The surging current
Carving its channel.
I am the channel
And the destination.
Be what you are.
Cease the struggle.
You cannot but do
What you are.


