That which is sought…

When looking into a mirror, I find myself...but only when 'I' look.

No matter the medium; every interaction, in my experience, has ultimately revealed the self. I do believe this revelation to be equal for every individual, where the only differentiation between us lies in the outcome of thought. Ultimately, this has always left me with the question, 'What is to be sought?'. When nothing is the answer, everything is the response.

Separate yourself from the whole to see the whole, to be present...care not so that you can care without reprehension. None of this is up to you...only all of it, in due course.

For a moment there was the wind in a tree

Each fragile leaf desperate to break free

Where branches swayed as if in water

Where drama unfolded without pretense or bother

The winds soon died; fluttering leaves no more

Branches stood stalwart just as before

A calm set over the infinite tones of green

The trunk relaxed from forces unseen

And the sillage of all her rustling

brought ancient earth to shaking knee

~ Jaysond Neill