Everything is dappled in shade and light.
Seeming to search for some spot of permanence.
Always just beyond the solid brightness.
Surprise comes like this, tilting the world in angles.
Not standing on the known ground of certainty,
But sinking into the unknown territories.
All we can hold to is beyond our knowing.
We pray for the way to be made clear.
To truly know what is from what is not.
We seek harbor in the familiar places.
Hoping by the guide of them we might find our way.
Amongst the litter of what we did not expect,
did not realize the finality of it.
We are reminded of the fragile pieces of life.
Standing on the sacred ground of not knowing.