Believe

6/7/11

Let the seasons pass once
See the patterns unfold
Unlikely events transpire
Developing so mysteriously
Slowly growing comfortable
With not knowing
Nor preconceiving the extent
Foreshadowing changes to come
Cycling forward inexorably
Spiraling towards a new place
A mosaic of possiblities
Emerging into the light
Clear forms and shapes
Tumbling into being
Showing how to believe
While in the depths
Of perplexity

First Words

First words are always the best
They tumble off the tongue

Quickly without thought
A sing song melody

Rising and falling
Words dancing with one another

A mind revels in invention
Stringing together new possibilities

Lines of thought shooting out
Grabbing hold of ideas

Inventing new combinations
Bringing into focus

That which is unspoken
Only merely imagined

From deep inside
Coming from darkness to the light