Dearest,
  
  You are running in a race where nobody
  fired the starting gun.  No wonder you
  are so tired, looking around for your
  competitors and only finding the ones
  you create, never quite winning
  because there are no judges
  to point out the finish line.
  
  Here, let Nadeem run beside you a moment
  and mop your brow, and maybe
  you won't hit me when I tell you
  the biggest joke of your life:
  
    There is no race.
    You won before you were ever born,
    at the moment the Beloved
    gloriously conceived of beautiful, wondrous You.
    
    
--
written 29Oct05
(c) 2005 nadeem (at) artisart.org