believe what you will,
Anything you will.
Earth is something to bend until
fits into
questioning minds,
filling up and emptying of doubt
life is long journey toward
four thousand destinations. somewhere
along the path
we find own Answers
pick them up off ground and hold to
ourselves until heartbeats merge.
it does not matter if we look toward
heaven or pair of wings or eternity of
Nothingness
if it answers gnarled hands
knocking
on doors in heavy black Solitude,
it is Truth.
