to what is new

to what is new, and yet, has always been

i know not from where You have come

but I will not question

i am not sure how a lone soul can breathe this essence

but It is strong, and physical, and It passes through me with wild joy

i wish i could understand

but ultimately, the search for understanding may diminish the wonder

and so I simply receive, blissfully, without the clarity that tends to

shove me from the road of forward motion


and suddenly, it is not about the door

nor, about the way it may be opened

for there is