Late at night
In the clamoring silence
My unquiet mind searches
For the keystone
For that small piece of wisdom
that will help me understand
what cannot be understood
to search among the fallen ruins
of ideas and beliefs
the rubble of what I once thought
so clear
there are many things I do not understand
the sacred
dancing in my soul
giving me joy yet driving me into discontent
and endless search
love
deep and powerful
yet untamed
pouncing
ripping at my certainty
making me more, and less
why is it that answers do not come?
Or come only to become, once again questions?
But there is this sacred love
which I cannot understand
but which always
always
is there
brilliant and alive
like a lonely flower
among the stones
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