Conversations with Tomorrow

A Collaboration with Rian Writes

Why?

Why?

Why?

All these Questions

Asking

Asking

Words of 'W'

Why, Why, Why

A season comes when the mind

sits in silence, pondering what is

and what is yet to come.

And I wonder

To sit in silence

And, still To Ponder

Is this to miss the point

Just to sit tilted

Poise a pose

In the cuteness of mind

Fostering such Stillness

Alwhilst trying to form chaos

Scrunching it into a ball

It searches deep,

unveiling every forgotten storm within.

Its gaze pierces the universe,

hoping to unmask what tomorrow bestows.

Yet every question,

when carried long enough,

begins to soften.

Not because the answer arrives,

but because the heart learns

how to listen.

What if my present holds nothing

but the shattered remnants of yesterday?

Always to demand Answers

As if any words would do

Maybe there isn't Answer

Until You Know

You Do

What if that which I fear

consumes me without pity?

But every Good Question

Must find Answer

For if You truly Seek

You will Find

What if the past refuses to loosen its grip,

and tomorrow is never promised?

What if resilience earns no reward,

but only an endless procession of suffering?

Why does every season sting,

laying upon my soul

a burden too great to bear?

And in Your every Thought

Exposed

Etched with feeling

Adorning Disguise

Despair in Your Eyes

Why Should I Try

Why must we drink from life's tempestuous draught,

when tomorrow's breath is never guaranteed?

Ahhh... My Sister

The Answer is True

Never to lie To You

Ahhh... Little Brother

Peace is To Be found

I vow To You

Why do we cling to hope,

when its very nature is wrapped in paradox?

In pain, we learn

Never more

In fear Done

Courage comes

In suffering

The vine learns

And climbs

And in Finding

Exactly There

Faith is Born

Forget words

Forsake deeds

All the baggage

Our History

Look and See

We are The Stars

As Spirit soars

Alive and Free

In perfect Unity

As All which Be

Feel that Spark

Within You

That is Me

Which is We

Connecting Us

Father, Mother, Child