unquerulous

unquerulous

i obeisantly stand

in the dew laden grass

of the night

and the cold damp moisture

awakens my avatar

as Buddha would say

“the earth is my witness”

and i look deeply

into the dark

Star strewn  heavens

where untold countless paths

which possess

untold countless possibilities

of the way

a man should go

i know there is a mystery

i have yet to comprehend . . .

shall i render my wonder

to the simplicity

or my suspect  faith

or shall i tease my inquisitiveness

to come and play with me

and together we create

yet another dimension

yet to unfold

i think about that “Zero Point”

from whence all that is

was spawned

and i question

who made The Zero

who was is that set this burning coal

within my heart

and girded my mind,

my loins

with that same incessant

insatiable

need

for more

who is it that could conceive

of such a perfect wonder

as the “Breath of Life”

and make it so ?

i have in the soul of my hand

a power unquenched

that thirsts for more

and i trepidation-ously

cast my caution behind me

into that abyss

for another day

another night

just like this

and perhaps then

answers will greet me

with a light that works

as it should

and open arms

as i

i obeisantly stand

in the dew laden grass

of the night

as the cold damp moisture

awakens my avatar

unquerulous

© 22 September 2014 : william s. peters

www.iamjustbill.com