a question for answers

Not understanding constitutes the magic that drives us to the forest; rich with vertical stories as tall as Merton’s seven storied mountain.

We can’t explain what can’t be conquered, what shouldn’t be reached, the echoes that can’t be heard.

Yet, somewhere in that unexplainable, sleeps an answer. An answer that will wake when the sun rises. The sun that never sets; the one that shines eternal.

Edison would bask in this everlasting sun. This certain brilliance that lights the way to our happiness. The light in all of us.

And after this, who shall say a God doesn’t exist?

The Benefit of a Storm

On any given day
we can try to give weather
the benefit of the doubt.
Allow the wind to suddenly shift
blowing both east
and westward
as directionless as a sparrow
who’s replaced its wings with hearts.
As if the moving air knows
to carry on and continue
before the final tide calls last dance.
During the day
the ultra violent motions
of last nights lunar current
sings songs disguised as hurricanes
while throwing salt water sprinkles
on our delicate sun kissed lips.
Rain at the feet of an oceans edge
an ocean filled with secrets
some soon to be told,
others that float then disappear into
a wondrous something-else…
Something that isn’t as perfect as this…
This is what weather was meant for;
to carry the beauty in truths and lies….
Through the rain snow and winds of life