in soul of search mates

 


belonging.

the sad is search and
difficult with all of its
dramatics to turn oneself into a
prize it’s moral

acrobatics we love because
we love to love to need to feel
inside but all that ever was
and is is made of clove and

pride we string along our
platitudes we soon evince our
longing but souls are made of fragile
stuff and yearning for


 

Sayless

There’s life and beauty, here, I see;

I reach to capture it in verse —

The world is better than my words,

And also, very, very, far much worse —

 

I heard a saying once, but I’d

Betray myself, if it I speak:

The sayless often show the truth

The resting often find the thing

They seek

from searching

people like to tell us
to be satisfied when we are not,
and not to be satisfied when we are,
because
people like to tell us
what to do.

but hunger,
thirst,
yearning,
and desire
are all there
to tell us
we are missing
something.

never come back early from searching
until you’ve completed
your finding


© Andriy Bezuglov | Dreamstime.com – Brunette on old stair

Chasing A Scent

Noiselessly along some shore..

Noiselessly along some shore
I chase the scent I need to find;
While gold eternal I ignore,
The ageless waters God designed —

I run and run as darkness drops,
Naught audible but surf and breath;
The chase – it ever-never stops
Not for the living, nor for Death

Because I need, I need to know
The love and safety of that scent:
A mem’ry that I treasure so…
I just can’t reckon
Where
It went