As the bird
fly’s south, I am compelled. As the squirrel gathers nuts, and the bear
lie’s asleep until spring.
To explain
would be futile, for explanation need not exist.
As sure as
the sun will shine, I am alive.
As the snow
will fly, and the waters of the mountain springs move endlessly towards
great oceans, I shall find my way.
Given only
a candle in complete and total darkness will not void my direction, for
the desire I hold will direct my destiny.
Shadows of
words unspoken lie scattered in my path.
My inner
feelings emerge as though held in abeyance.
To continue
in a multitude of uncertainties without proclaiming ignorance must be
the final answer.
