See, of Words

This place is an infinite ocean of words

I’m alone in a boat looking up at the birds

What can I say to fly free like they do?

What are the words that lead me to what’s true?

I burn to make sense of my perception

Impatiently, desperately, I grasp any word within my reach that I think I might need’

The ocean is infinite, but my gaze is local

What words will I choose to make vocal?

In order to enjoy the ride, I’d have to give up my shame and my pride

I’d have to be curious, and faithful…

Patiently, bobbing along until resonance itself speaks for me.

My boat is sinking it needs to be bailed 

Full of words I’ve accumulated, keeping me veiled. 

There’s no room for new words in the story I wrote

I have to let go if I want to stay afloat.

Deluded by these incomplete fragments of totality

I seize desperately at the words within my reach, 

Do I drown myself in silence or confine myself with speech?