And It Never Really Changes

I'm still learning from it all. Maybe when all that information is processed and tucked away, I will be able to fall in love again. What would that be like, I wonder? Some kind of a lucid dream where I'm floating along on the currents of energy intermingled? Some form of belonging, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle? Surely, it must be more complicated than that. All the poetry, all the prose, all the music, all the songs, all the sonnets ever written, paltry attempts to capture something more than feeling, more than thought, even more than knowing. What I am looking for is more, more, more....deeper, deeper, deeper....fearless quest for possibility that the Universe within grants. Perhaps it isn't something that the Physical can contain, maintain, retain? Perhaps there are blissful, exquisite moments sprinkled with spectacular, like the way the stars sparkle so far away, so far apart...they aren't any less magnificent for not being a manmade fireworks display.....they are more so for the light remains long after the star has died.

I am just thinking in my head. I'm just pondering my soul. I'm just looking within for the answers to the questions that remain unformed. I'm just thinking....