Saturday, April 10, 2010

Watching for the Answer


When I ask to know
which direction I should turn,
the answer always arises inside.

It's up to me to pay attention.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Dead On

The answer is an arrow
The heart pinned to woe
The arrow in the scroll

In flight the shaft whistles
The shaft of vanished trees
The answer is an arrow

It hurtles through dark
It riddles all the seekers
The arrow in the scrolls

Scholars are splitting atoms
Miniaturizing nanos
The answer is an arrow

Encrypted acrostics
Hieroglyphs on stone
The arrow in the scrolls

It shatters consciousness
Each time it strikes home
The answer is an arrow
The arrow in the scroll

[Disposable Poem April 10, 2010]
Dr. Mike