Universally Held

quiet morning and quiet night

quiet thoughts and quiet sights

inspired to think and think of new

ways to relate and do something few

want to explore and want to experience

want to inspire and to be so relevant

to the world around and to the world so new

a child in her morning

sunshine in the room

of life so unpredictable

and life so serene

substance and silk

and something foreseen

in my shadow in my light

in time ticking past

wandering soul

wandering past

quiet morning and quiet night

stand in the water

bathed in the light

awash in the meaning

whatever it is

awash in the question

the neverending quiz

of life and her mysteries

of life and her maze

of life and her quizzical

theatrical gaze

the days that all pass

bring with them something new

and into those morning

somewhere comes through

in pieces of understanding

in pieces of life

in fragments of moments

and time spent on why

when the only real fragment

and the only real deal

is this moment here

and that which i feel

quiet morning quiet ember

of the fire inside

still burning still aflame

and no one to blame

for one simple meaning

resides above all else

i am me

just one

and universally held.