finding the mindless landscape of eternal unknowing
letting go of ego
ergo
your own soul
who knows which way the wind blows
such low blows, those who suppose they’ve grown
beyond comprehension, beyond this dimension
descent or ascention
its all perspective
its perplexing
whats the purpose?
is it sin or service?
for what is it we are searchin
no time for sermons
theres no surplus
of anything but surprises
i surmise that to stay alive is all we must do or die
why cry?
spilled milk and burnt pie