I cannot give name yet,
No title to claim and change your thought
To the meaning of these words,
Letting themselves slip in
Unfiltered by a symbol,
Like the man formerly known as,
We all know the name
We all set words to the feeling
As we stand on the edge of our eternity wondering,
Waiting for someone,
Something to lead the way
And though we know there is no map,
No Google earth that can take that snapshot in time
Of a place we remember,
Of yards where dogs much smarter than we,
Stare up into the sky knowing
There is so much more out there
Than our feeble eyes can see.
So we create technology,
Moving faster,
More impressive than the days before we knew that a mouse
Was something more than what was caught in a trap,
Or plastic games taking hours to create,
Or caught within a quick cats paw.
Yet we still question,
Endlessly we question
And still stand on that edge with no answers.
But at some point in time we stop,
Perhaps accidentally or maybe even on purpose,
We linger and slow down long enough to gaze in the mirror,
To see the eyes that never quite come to rest out of fear,
Fear of being seen,
Or of knowing that the answer,
Like a simple prize valued in the Cracker Jack box,
Fingers sticky within a cardboard box digging,
Ripping open the thin paper of red, white and blue,
The one with the familiar dog that beckons us,
We in excitement so eager to break in to see our prize,
The same one that’s been here waiting all this time,
This plastic magnifying glass that will unearth the cosmic answer
The long awaited prize of an answer that we discover,
Had been lying within us,
The face in the mirror,
The one that always knew
Answers that sit on the tongue,
like the teachers pet who suddenly is afraid
Of standing out for knowing….
There’s so much more beyond the scope
But dare to search,
Lest we become disdained,
Hated for being ourselves
And shining out loud.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 