how can it be –
the answer
awaits the seeker (seeking)
empty hands
(are reaching for) the proof
a mystery of absolute
(we thought the world
was changing)
a prophet come
revealing (us) the truth

how can you know
I’ve wondered (so)
spent my best repenting
words were never long
tho others lay
folded (as a letter)
into my wilderness
made of heart –
(as dreams were) fell away

lingered now
a sacred place
almost (but not) forgotten –
to find my way –
(another  passing) through
jasper blooms to paths
of stone
(lovers sleep) in
silence
at last to know –
(the one I sought is) you

. . .