Who are we
This us?
A collection, a collage
Of portrayed, patched together "truths"?
Of experiences
To exalt or rue?
Is it that we once were
And now will be?
Are we now free
Irrespective of what circumstances seem?
And are situations
So crucial?
Or is it we
That give movement defined meaning?
It's probably a little of both
Is it not?
That we learn to grow
Or is it grow to learn?
Yet what need has the tree
To learn how to grow?
Or the bird to fly
More than a few test trials gone awry?
So again, in this dualistic world or overall
Isn't it again, a little of both?
Yet, what has more power
Greater force?
The seed that reaches unto the heights of the sky
Or the unseen mystery which allows process come forth?

Copyright (c) Michael Mayer 2007