this unfurling

the very big

and the very small

the unknowing

and the knowing

the oblivious

and the entirely aware

are all meeting

side-by-side -

sometimes wrapped around each other

in a dance

of consonance and dissonance

each finding its place

in the turning of this great place

-

you wonder

as you look about you

you wonder about choices

who was i then

and why am i me now?

who holds the purse strings on the expense account of my soul

is there reason

to all of this

or am i perhaps

asking too much of a process

that is so clearly so much larger than the life one man

can describe in words or pictures?

letting what will be

be

a request

that asks more than i might be capable of

and yet there it is

in the form of an unfurling sky