Not One

there’s my heart, open reaching up
and there’s my mind, looking this way and that
 brow furrowed, always questioning

Then there’s the little girl who runs figure 8’s 
around them both,
poking a bit, looking, watching, listening
trying to tie together

the mind, 
she’s always puzzling, watching the world, trying to derive meaning, studying the heart but not sure how to guide her.
the heart,
she reaches and sings and retreats and weeps and is everywhere
she feels and feels and fills up the whole place
and asks the mind questions that she doesn’t get answered

The little girl investigates both, 
lifting up layers to peek underneath looking for…
similarities…a key to something…something

Not one quite knows what she’s looking for.

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