My questions creep slowly
Out of the deep dark corners
Of my learningful living
And the lives of the many before
Tenderly waiting
I savor the beauty of the moment
As suddenly, shells are cracking
Of what once was a body of uncertain knowing
Peaking through,
Like a mother, greeting her young
But let me acknowledge
I might well be the one
breaking out of perception
seeing light for the first time
There's a timelessness and depth
In slowly brewing questions
That is not in calling for answers
But in carefully weaving responses
As the threads of our experiences
Weave a golden nest of future possibilities
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