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 and guard

Gaining depth

To empty all our pockets

Full of stories

By the yard.