The edge of pain draws us to the soul
The inner workings of the corridors
Which lead into quiet streams of peace
Following on the heels of inner wonder
Trying to capture something hidden,
That is free to flow inner and outer
Depths unseen and unknown, part of
The interior mystery of life created
Where were we before, where do we
Go after, are we held, can we know
The questions ring on the clouds of
The air rolling through our own desire
To control, shape, and fashion our lives
What comes back is a silent light
Breeze, a touch of divinity saying
It has always been and will be still