#17

Questions Fall
as clarity of Now rises.
Nothing left to search for
For all, is somehow perfect.

Yes, even this
the imperfection of humanness.
Always there, surrendered;
Let bloom, forgiveness.

Answers, not answered.
Only delayed are fearful tears.
The mind appeased, temporarily;
A search that lasts for years.

Another back and forth,
Missed is the space in-between.
As thought takes a rest
the real solution is seen.

Before the question
What is already here?
After the answer, the same;
a space of contentment
never to disappear.

All is well;
this is every conclusion.
Why not start and end here?
The resolution to all confusion.