I see you, floating in this constant rhythm of questions,
day after day,
craving answers in response to every breath –
when all I want for you is to just
If each wave in the ocean was a question,
what is the answer when it finally meets the shore?
If each cloud in the sky was a question,
what is the answer when it falls to the ground in a sheet of rain?
If each drop of dew in a field of grass was a question,
what is the answer when it evaporates to join its sisters in the air?
You and I exist in this cycle
of becoming and undoing
forward and retreating motion
falling and ascending
living and disappearing from view
The world itself will always be a question with no answer.
A shout into the void.
Why do you fear this?
Grasping for an explanation –
instead of sitting in the midst of the beautiful question
My love, we need no answers in order to be free.