the wind weaves through the trees and brushes by me
like someone late. Standing in a spacious green field, I
await lightening. I believe
in the unbelievable,
deny the unbelievable.
god is farther than words.
farther than “exist” or “non-exist”.
god does not make watches, but neither repairs them.
each breath is universe.
this life itself is truth.
each day, there is nowhere to go,
but the journey never ends;
no understanding, but no end
no miracles to believe,
except this beating heart,