bruce merrill

You spent years reaching for something magnificent. The dog was at your feet the whole time.

You spent your life trying to be the coffee. The cup was the part that was always you.

You thought you were lost, but the place you were in just couldn't be reached by thinking.

You think the open mind keeps you free. Watch what happens the moment someone questions what you believe.

The ache wasn't from not getting it, it started the moment your hand began to move.

The thoughts haven't slowed, what changed is who I think I am inside them.

Point at your hand and you see your hand. Point at your face and the finger arrives at the room.

Sometimes the question isn't looking for an answer, it's the shape avoidance takes when it learns to sound like searching.