I don’t know if it’ll cover
Don’t know if I’ll discover,
all good truth there is
I really don’t know, but,
my friend, I’ll tell you
I know mostly enough
It covers it, for me
Yet, it won’t help you
You must head out too
Be true to you, do you
Come back when you’re done,
even preferably, a little undone
Then we can help each other,
share it all,
the beautiful, loud, nuances of
Silence,
whispering its eternal secrets
Then, since we are becoming, we are alive