How does the acorn know
it’s to become the living oak?
How can a passion within us
expressing its all in a rapture,
complete the circle of living,
create life from ashes and dust?
Will is the reason for being,
and is the one measure we miss.
When we reach out into the night
looking to answer the longing,
of how we could have begun
in a word that became a light.
There is never a place outside
where we can find the garden,
or know how the seed can become,
the flowers of reason unfolding.
Asking questions while knowing inside
we are all just a part of the one.
One thought that begets all creation
in a place we’ve already been.
And searching for all that is true
is the answer to all of the longing.
Planted before we remember,
seeds of change we forever knew