Searching for Ground

 

I have been staring into space looking for ground,  

Been screaming at the top of my lungs asking for sound.  

In the meantime, looking to mine some kind of wonderful,  

Got my eyes glazing view down by the pool.

I present my say in this strange way,  

For the moment not to pass before the beginning of the day.  

I rest and allow the clouds to settle upon stage,  

Prepared as events show me the sage.

I am stillness, I become peace,  

Awaiting the wisdom, the soul’s release.  

Gazing up and searching within,  

For life’s purpose, where dreams begin.