Your thunder is my chaos
I wander as a small child in the wake of thought-form, dream-space.
If I reach out now will you show me?
Where are we going? I am holding strong.
You have showed me immense kindness and patience
Broken apart my feeble conclusions
And led me, no, thrusted me into utter clarity
It takes time. I am sorry I couldn’t work faster
I have tried with all my life to understand
This direction, your pure groundless motivation
Every ounce of my intention
Still just a small pool in your great ocean.
I am your servant and will never back down
December 18, 2010