for the seeker

the road is without end

home is never to be found

for the scientist

it’s always just about a piece

and never ’bout the whole

and a theory of everything?

what an arrogant delusion of the mind!

i look at nature

the universe of life that i can see

what is there to understand?

honestly?

it is just too big, too many-formed

exists to blow my mind

existing with or without me

it just moves on

evolves

unfolds

I know just one way to deal with all of that

to comprehend it – this life

call it poetic language

call it just non-sense

call it prayer

call it silence

i practice that

it gives me sense

maybe it does to you as well

but maybe not

and just like nature i exist

understood or not

unnoticed or not

I AM

I do not seek

not anymore

what a relief!

it leaves so much room

for love