questions . . .

A little poem from me to you . . .

oh,

starry eyed child

as you sit there waiting

watching

what are you looking for?

what do you see in those

clouds filtered by sunlit trees?

what do you see in those fern curled buds of leaves?

tell me,

what is the sound

of cold clear stone

what do you find

hidden in those mystery orbs?

how many layers will peel back

to reveal

the quiet magic of nothing

and everything

at once?

 

I am not sure whether you or I

hold the answers

perhaps it is more important to

hold the questions

and wonder

maybe then we might realize

what we knew all along.

~ Jenn