bruce merrill

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

You kept swimming because the shore was just up ahead. Look closer at what you've been swimming toward.

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.

You stayed up running the numbers, certain that one more pass would settle it. Some questions were never built to settle.