A secret revealed,
a silent bell peals
the question complete
and the soul replete.

The case now closed
and the mind in repose.
The answer now known
but the questioner’s flown.

Just space and then time
after time after time.
No one there to seek.
Just week after week.
Only mountains and rivers.
and destined forgivers.

Mere earth turning round
hearing sound after sound.
Silence is singing and
nothing else matters.
Birds building skyscrapers
mad as the hatters.

Worms wending their way
through the night and the day.
I suspect it’s all love both
below and above.
I reach but it’s me
and that’s all I can see.

Vicki Woodyard