A Rainbow With Hands

A morning tear on my cheek begins my day.
Am I tired out from yesterday's chase after answers
or saddened the answers remain in the dark?
It has been said by those who know,
We must choose to live with the questions.
I am glad the ache in my heart and the ache in my head
remain the same from one year to the next.
I still demand the same though time moves on.
And a precious daughter writes me notes of love
and a drawing of a rainbow with hands.


Seek beautiful dialogue
on the nature of answers.

The greatest possible number of answers
should not create the smallest number of questions.

Adequate answers should never satisfy
those who seek to live at the edge of time.

Beware of answers creating
a numbing of the mind.

Divine movement does not hide in answers
but in questions asked in awkward moments.


There is great irony when the proclaimers 
of one way encounter many paths to the
mountaintop.  The shadowed slice of the moon
creates itself in our eyes.  Who can tell how phases
exist solely in relation to movement around the sun?
Atonement found on the cross can also be found
whenever you set off to forage in the wilderness
for something you lost on the day of your birth.
Awareness and light both have infinite gradations
so do not worry about being a perfect caretaker
to those in need of attention at all times.  Simply
promise to yourself upon stepping outdoors
to explore your own freedom, opening your arms
to the realm where answers seem less important.