Sometimes I reflect on my life and it's hard to believe
it really was me; those years of confusion, trial by fire,
choices made; as grit in an oyster, collecting experiences
like pearls forming, oh so slowly, though I knew not
what they would reveal, nor had the insight to realize
how precious they would become;

Years in the same body grant one the gift of hindsight
developed no other way, and it still astounds me
that it seems necessary to learn through adversity,
pain, discomfort; can we discover another
way, a truer path to the love-in-form that humans
were meant to be?

Diver ~ bj 4/24