to search perchance to find

of moving, with walking feet
parleying with a beautiful epitaph
of a gorgeous earthquake
to lay some flowers to grow
gather faults and pickaxes to wait
nope, still nothing
take a power nap to wait
reason with odd parodies of time
approximate with the worst
the metal machines
still nothing still waiting
maybe more water
more weather, a soft sighing tune
nope
the sunlights all wrong
maybe cornice with bevel
paintbrush, glue and tap tap
oh that echo so loud
but flowers do not bloom
unwatching now
crunch crunch away
to wander searching
again for the system in the maze
sink into the glass houzz
peacewait for the loud timer
may rain fall sun shine
and flowers bloom

When the Soul wants to experience something she throws out an image in front of her and then steps into it.  -  Meister Eckhart