All I know 
is that there’s 
a dot not 
of which everything 
points but to
which everything goes 
to get there 
one must align 
front to back 
like playing cards
thoroughly shuffled and 
no one thing 
is better than 
the other but 
same bad good
ugly pretty love 
and yes hate 
only humans judge 
what the Universe 
considers as good 
for all things 
are just that 
and the dot
knows no difference 

This is then 
what I’d wanted 
before I knew 
that what I’d 
had was learning 
how to do 
this very thing
we think that 
what we have 
is what we 
want until we 
learn it’s not 
it’s a stone 
which to sharpen 
the very tools
required to build 
what we do 

When it’s time 
to go go
anywhere I go 
I hear the 
wind and smell 
freedom riding on
its invisible wings 
see the Valkerie
in the distance 
saying nothing but 
come hither come 
nigh come back 
come home your 
time there is
done you’ve did
what was meant 
and you’ve learned 
your lessons and 
aged the voice 
of your wisdom 
time to go 

I don’t know 
until you say 
for even I
knowing what I
do don’t know 
that which churns
and percolates and
drips and bubbles 
deep within the 
well you are 
I only peer
and maybe toss
a few stones 
guessing your depth 
watching your rings 
roll and bounce 
from place to 
wall and back
this is all
I ever do 
you as well 

To scoop fortify
and maintain to
make better and 
deeper to build 
such are things 
made in sand
vulnerable and prone 
to ocean overwhelm 
for things built 
at the edges 
are the first 
to be swallowed 
it will take 
whatever it wants 
such are things 
built of grain