Here's to the Seekers—

Those perpetual daydreamers…

Calling on those neurons of God

who think—

Yes, and…

To those universes within universes 

and dreams within dreams—

There is more;

I know it. 

To the spiraling of creation

upon creation—

—toward creation—

and then, 

destruction.

Ah, so…

To those who are perpetually interested, 

but who never quite fully understand

it ALL.

When I was younger, I liked the idea of Thoreau and Whitman, Emerson and Dickinson, but they always remained on the shelf. I didn’t understand why I didn’t understand. Those transcendental clouds floated blissfully just past my ability to perceive them. 

Even when I was supposed to be teaching them, there was an arm’s length rapture and fascination for that which I couldn't fully understand. 

Even now as I reread them and believe them, I finally begin to grasp it.

I know that I know nothing—

and everything.

I know it.

And yet—

it’s so hard to remember.