Dear guru
I see you
Pouring sugar on their wounds
I get it
But don't equate silence with salt
I'd believe you more often
If you'd admit you don't know

We may know who and what we are
But not why, and not how
We still do not know
What the **** is going on

I heard a story once
About an infinite love
That created a hole
just to fill it

I think that is a silly story
Beautiful, yes,
but not enough to be true
It scratches the itch,
but does not cure it

If we're ever going to meet the mystery
I suspect well need to learn
How to say goodbye forever
And how to sit with questions
for just as long