Looking back,
I realize
I have always stood
at the boundary.
Between
inside and outside,
passion and detachment,
focus and indifference,
purity and impurity.
Above all,
between faith and doubt,
and between obedience
and resistance.
A boundary.
A place
from which one may serve,
or stand against.
Is it merely
a place
that is neither this nor that?
Even today,
I find myself wandering
through that ravine between them,
like an old habit.