forever spinning.

thoughts race and race and race

in cirlces

i eventually find stillness.

somedays, even the geese let you into their world

please share.

look to the sky

for answers?

perhaps more.

food.

delicious food.

this quest for self identity. this search for self.

what is it we seek?

solice.

an easy silence?

perhaps.

the kind that comes from leaves and trees and sky and geese.

we leave comfort to comfort our souls.

we search for ourselves?

a reflection of self.

a journey nowhere.

flight...

among the trees, i find peace.

here, i am home.