What if What

What if what

we believe we think we know,

is a phantom of all that truly is?

How do we know?

These words place images inside

the head by way 

of chemical interactions 

within the ear.  

These words are waves of sound 

that ripple and gurgle 

down spiraling rivers into the heart.

Yet thoughts take me so lofty in the head

distinctly when I close my eyes. 

sometimes.

It is so spacious in here, 

a space so vast, it sustains multitudes of worlds

vaguely causing confusion, clutter, and chaos,

sometimes

when those clouds part

a clear sky with one bright star is revealed.

Sometimes

I constrict and other times I expand.

That’s what makes up time,

makes time up. 

the ebb and flow, the push and pull, the in and out. 

It goes on and on, forward and back

forever and ever.

There is wisdom in the past that uncovers the future

 Wisdom guides us 

through situations

awkward 

and uncomfortable.

Keep the eyes closed,

or if open,

simply receive.

Inside is where we all meet.

And as always, 

we end these words with love.