Teach me
im watching
teach me
im wide and willing
im still and waiting
im soft and maleable
i need teaching of how things are
of how things should be
of the light that bounces off and from all the trees
i see their light and it sees me
i feel its care for me strecthing past my imagination
streams of flight and concsious ripples carrying me towards the one
the once bright gleam of the sun peaking past the mountains
as we circle
what is will always be
whats here has always been
whats learned is constantly growing
until forgetting happens
well rise towards god
and finally forget
in one terential struggle of accurate compulsion
we want more
and in the process we forget what we have learned