Perhaps
Perhaps I can never be conveyed with words
Perhaps even if conveyed it can’t be grasped
Perhaps, even if grasped it escapes with the moment
Perhaps breadth is a tardy substitute for depth
Perhaps it is better to simply invite
Witnessing the reality of human expedience
Wisely Emptying oneself of the burden of expectation
While choosing to stay full with the truth of human potential
Perhaps, is the courageous openness to possibility
Not just the sorted-scheming of probabilities
Where the ebbs and flows of Time
Thrillingly collapse into a certain pointless whole
Clearing out the skeletons of the past
Deterring romantic liaisons with the future
Alively awakening one in the Timeless present
Thus, communicating the primordial Truth of Being
That choicelessly powers the Words of my becoming
