To be in the moment yet not really be there. To grasp an image that remains vague. To hear words that could well be riddles.

To wish for understanding when you keep the mystery.
To wish for connection when the lines are crossed.
To hope for clarity when the words are barely a whisper. .

To long for an audience that you don’t seek
To want the puzzle solved when you hide a few pieces.
To get what you hope for when your mind cannot be read.

Someday soon –
What with finite minds, distracted views, poor hearing and limited vision
You realize that except for One, everyone and everything else
Will disappoint.

Maybe too, you realise that all this time
What you show is just a mirage..
and what you say…
a mere echo.