prudent adventure

the truth is I don’t really know anything
each moment comes flowing by,
a treasure chest opens and I am in for a treat

in the vastness of a desert,
its hard to tell apart one grain from the other
the one that steers you towards your destiny
from the one that just lies there
.. a tiny part of the whole

not all roads lead to a destination
not all answers are found by seeking

even then, with a consuming desire
worn out efforts and empty hands
I go around looking in the crevices and corners
gliding on the surfaces, swimming in the depths
with remembrance and yearning as my sole companions

for a gem covered in dust,
light in the darkness,
arrival in each moment