Monday, August 15, 2011


Like rainwater
falling into a stream bed
I gather evidence
from the soul world
to uncover who I am.

Pockets of knowledge
open up to me
like voices inside
calling me to my true self.

Afloat, I wonder
what is real —
who is this conversation with?
Alas — details don't matter.
I ride the crest
and see through illusions
as best I can
knowing the inner world
can speak more truth
than my mind controlling
what's below.

I tread my path slowly
being open
     just open
           simply open.