Poem

In the early days of my job, I had a lot of time. That's when I'd surf with something of a gluttonous streak and keep making folders to store my finds. Then work started and I forgot. Today, in one of Osho's essays, I came across a simple, stark, beautiful poem.

Here it is:

The Bridge

I didn't believe,

Standing on the bank of a river

Which was wide and swift,

That I would cross that bridge

Plaited from thin, fragile reeds

Fastened with bast.

I walked delicately as a butterfly

And heavily as an elephant,

I walked surely as a dancer

And wavered as a blind man.

I didn't believe that i would cross that bridge,

And now that i am standing on the other side,

I don't believe i crossed it.

- Leopold Staff