All these years of wandering,
toward what? On a blank page,
where are the secrets hidden?
How many mysterious paths?
If there is a truth, perhaps it, too, is blank.
If there is way, perhaps it, too, is wandering.
Sometimes I just want the answer.
Always it comes back to this:
An orbit. A spiral. A mobius trip.
A boundary curve where the question
is its own topology, where the question
is its own astonishing arrival.
Oh how hard it is, sometimes, to love the question! Oh how natural to want an answer.
Thanks for this one.
Thanks for being “there”
Love and Namaste
Augusta
Sweet you, loving the questions–you are so good at this. xoxo
Astonishing mobius trip!
Okay, I have to admit I outright giggled when I thought of that … it was originally a mobius journey …
And any answer is immediately followed by a newer and deeper question. At least it keeps life challenging and rich.
isn’t that exactly right!