I don’t belong here.

I don’t belong there.

My roots are developing here.

My roots go so deep over there.


Why this disquiet?

Why this unrest?

Am I here?

Am I over there?


Do I have to choose?

Do I have to get into a box?

Do I have to check-in at only one counter?

Do I have to embrace only one reality?


I am here.

I am there.

I belong here.

I belong there.


My heart is here.

My heart is there.

So, here and there is my reality.

Oh, lovely this duality of my existence.


My residence here and my roots there are the Ying and Yang that make my home.