To The Higher Existance

I know not who You're to me. 

The silence of the sea is always something. 

Either the cue to the upcoming storm 

Or a way the sea makes to let steer. 

I scribble the strewn thoughts and cluster it all,

I cluster it all and it's beautiful. It's just all You.

To me the happiness begins with You.

To me, the poetry flows on, to You. 

I sometimes wondered how He said, "Truth is contradictory"

It occurs to me now; Love is truth. Sometimes bliss and sometimes pain. 

To me, the inspiration is You. 

To me, the liveliness is You. 

The frequent little sweet-sour memories flash;

In the late night solutide sure,

But also in the busy times ever:

Just letting me settle with the thought of You,

With the thought of knowing You.

Isn't that lucky enough for this lifetime?

Oh, what a petty soul was it to want it all, 

What a blind mind was it to not see what it had. 

But sure the content has now arisen in the heart with always having just the thought of You. 

A thought of YOU! In my mind! 

That's the luckiest thing to have.... 

I yearn nothing more. 

And I still know not who You're to me. 

Well, You're 'All' and that's The All I know. 

Have Always Known.