Think of the odds
unthinkable as they are
Imagine something, beyond
where imagination usually leads
Find yourself, midstream
between what’s known and anything other
searching for the crack, expanding
across the cosmic egg you call your life
Hatch the truth–
not at all perfect, often missed
accessible though, if you linger
just beyond your denial
In all this
go beyond what you know
Find what nobody knows you have
What you don’t know you have
There, you’ll find your way–
the way you lost
whose end wants
just one last beginning
Indeed beyond what’s apparent!.. very nice!
Very good!
Good stuff, Don!
Thanks Kai.
very good!
Thanks Pat, Floots and Polona. Ponder we do, and discover we will what we are and what we are not.
this sure leaves me pondering…
i’m always working on hatching the truth
but
sometimes i figure my egg’s already scrambled
(but still lots of food for thought) š
thanks don
Love that last line. Not always apparent but usually very close. Respending to your question, I think, a faded floor board with more creaks than steps left in it.
Andrew: Thanks. Don’t think too much though. I have to figure this one out myself.
You have given me a lot to think about. Thanks.