Search without Struggle

She sits, staring, out the window
wondering about the future that never comes
as the moment she's waiting for
is always now, and
always will be now.

She feels as lonely as a piper playing pee'brokh
as lost as a sailor without a ship.
In her veins she feels 'Eros' and 'Caritas'
she yearns enlightenment
yet pulls the grass to make it grow.
In her hands she holds atoms and electrons
then wonders where consciousness has gone.
She knows with intuition a million summers
and winters have just past.

So when death comes again
she decides to greet it with a song.
Time, humanity's illusion.
She questions where she went wrong.
At that moment she gave to an outstretched hand
she understood the goodness in all.
She realizes the sun alone illuminates this universe
and ventures on the second half of life
prepared to sweep the many veils
from her sleeping eyes.

Copyright 2007 Iain MacDonald