Summer Musings

How small the life 
with space for only what I know 
or can find with certainty 
by moving just one finger on a surface.

I want to cast away 
every instrument of instant answers 
to enter mystery, that place 
that lies in stillness, open to the Spirit.

There I might find room for emptiness, 
for nothingness, for waiting; 
there my heart may watch 
for waves that rise and fall