The Search Goes On

Rejoice in the misunderstandings, 

The lack of sense-making 

when all the evidence has been stacked and weighted. 

That there aren’t the answers, 

that we have sought and yet found, 

the search goes on, 

the exploration unbound, 

when I was certain my curiosity replete,

what of tomorrow when questions rise with the sun

Can I ever be so sure, 

the moment I am awaits limit-battering 

Ever-generating nature. 

How much of knowing is my mind’s own blindfolding.

Hark the Child, 

Each day an unbridled discovery,

with youthful joy brinking fluttery.  

the same roads travelled fissure and chasm after awhile, 

Patterns repeated activate the autopilot feature, 

Sleeping while awake, 

Dreaming becomes the detached state, 

With eyes opened we see the world as we know it, 

closed though we can glimpse truth yet unfolded, 

Alight from a sinking ship of certainty, 

swim in the tremulous swell

and paradigm obliterating novelty,

Dance in the collapse of untimely definitions, 

Memories sewn with intertemporal felicity, 

The less I understand, the more I feel