No answers, no assurances, no guarantees that I can see
Just wonderings and questionings, active curiosity.
Sometimes being still, sometimes listening, sometimes speaking
Is when I contemplate deeply, searching and seeking.
There’s insight, revelation, explanation to things unseen
It occurs on occasion, understanding fills my being.
There’s quiet, silence, waiting is harder than it seems
It stands between us and a reality, remaining like a dream.
What is the more rewarding, satisfying and growing
With our thoughts, inner-searching and exploring?
Looking around, seeing and feeling, facing unknowns out there
Leaves us wondering and questioning, tending to stare.
Asking aloud, asking ourselves, asking to simply ask
Can be unsettling, with its silence and no given task.
Nothing to do, nothing to act on, being back at the start
Just to listen, wonder more, causing us to look in our heart.
Perplexed…is what this feels like, perplexed…it works like art
Perplexed can be beautiful, wonderfully perplexed speaks of your heart.