Search to Find

I've always asked alot of questions. Sometimes I'll obsess about answers. Thankfully as I SEARCH for a certain answer, I eventually FIND it in the most suprising ways and places. The chain events from question to answer becomes a poetry. I love the "Divine" for this, for he/it/she  knows exactly how I love my answers served. Receiving answers by far,  have been the most memorable turning points of my life. The relief of an answer always seems to hold the same qualities: induce humility, awe, and requires nothing. Surely, answers are gifts.



Time eeks a crystaline melody,
delivering wordless answers
to my defiant "why, why why" strung questions, hung
to be scissor string, cut

By patience
the natural hum of growth,
following a river's flow

By neutrality's eyes
arrows and signs,
sweet direction,
of the Way

By InSight
observational perspective
coupled with a hearts' intention

the whispering of God's lessons.

By moment
light, breaths,
touch, taste, smell, hear,
to truly see.

My questions release, popped thought bubbles
Freedom.


Alive, a moment I hold like a baby chick, fuzzy feathered, fragile.
Joy seems to be more a potion, then a notion.