Who What When Where Why
There’s no one new except for me in this extraordinary life; no guidance, no instruction card, no inkling of wrong or right.
There’s nothing new in what I learn that wasn’t there before my time, no unrepeated pattern born of effort, passion, need or whine.
There’s nowhere else to journey toward when here and there are the same site.
Shine light rays in a mirror maze.
Which light is real?
All lights are light.
There’s no time set aside to wait: tomorrow’s spun from today’s yarn.
Today, a puzzle rearranged from all the yesterdays of your mind.
There is no new reason to behold of why a thing had come to pass: you looked at life and drew it out with fancy, yearning for, and want.
Truth’s so confounded by the range of our existence endless ruses, that even twined in every thread it’s so well hidden it eludes us.
