Discovery

Discovery
is a constant feedback;
The child in you
That curiously splashes around
The still waters of your mind
And coerces its imagined beasts
To fall in one straight, executional line
And wades the dense forests in
Your midst
Tagging along the wisdoms of the dark
Woods

Ever the hobbling, wounded companion,
The mind derives evermore pleasure
From lifting up a fallen leaf
And turning it upside down
Looking at the stenciled skin
To find the presence of other things
Including mortal dangers
That lurk around the heavy heart
And cause much suffering

We read nature like an inner being
Inside of us
Like going through a sheaf of writings
That were left behind by those who came
First
Much, much before us;
To find hints and glimpses of the commons

Discovery

A faint feint of familiarity
Within the possibilities of the accumulated
Registers
Waiting to be deciphered
By us;
The chosen heir apparents

And abandoned as we are
Separate silos unto ourselves
Yet we keep seeking validations
That break the bread with similar
Persuasions
And we make connections and forge
Ties
Set up chains of self-created histories
That makes our journey much more
Liberating;
We're in that sense
Both
The first seekers of knowledge
And explorers
Pushing further the envelope
Of our foragings.