Just looking, nothing fixed.
Enquiry stays fresh, alive, dynamic.
To do with the “me” scaring the be -jesus
out of itself about not living forever, so
Can we note these moments when this comes up,
Alone or in direct relationship with another?

No Maps
There are no maps
For where we go
Our surrendered molecules
Are carried away
In untraveled spaces
Far beyond
North & South
East & West
In quantum leaps
We’ll meet there
If we’re bold enough
To weed out the things
we don’t need & guard
Gaining depth
To empty all our pockets
Full of stories
By the yard.
Sot
20-05-2015