Not a Chance

No

Not only not a chance, but not even possible

not even justified

for even if I did, it wouldn’t be enough

It wouldn’t satiate

It wouldn’t calm

It wouldn’t be enough

if it’s not already.

Yet

It’s unfinished, yet it’s enough

perhaps because it’s interminable

because it know only the ultimate limit

it knows enough

to be enough

it knows it is

and so it is

enough

Still

I strive to reach it

but not to complete it

not to master it

I strive to live it

to become it

to embody & express it

to love it

to give it the truest home it can know

to nourish it

to nurture it

to naturalize it

but yet it stills resists.