Cruising between the haze of knowing and unknowing
sits a large vacuum of infinite questions
why am I here? what am I doing?
Where is the next stop to get off this journey?

And so on,
until the answers return in resplendent shape
colour and size, confronting you
with its incessant reminder
that Q's and A's don't always
have connections.

I am but a seed in one great pod
waiting to be thrown into the winds reach
to sail on a summers day
into infinite earth, buried deep until
I rise again in the arms of spring
To bud and blossom in the knowing
of life.

Take heed
at who I am
around me.