I break apart the globe of time emptying its contents,
watching them fall in a breeze of consciousness.

My innate creative nature steps forward in the form of curiosity
peeling off the covering of everything I look at –
thereby revealing an opening to step through.

From the inside I look around.
I feel, I smell its essence, I discern
all there’s to know about it with one whiff.

The secret to my curiosity is not mine.
I cannot find it, I cannot study it, I can only let it lead me by the hand –
introducing me to anything and everything that is before me.

Waiting, watching, quietly observing my interaction with all that IS…
Taking me to a more relevant form of my Self then I’ve ever seen before.

Details are not longer important to me…
Who is to say that ‘where’ is a place or ‘what’ is not part of forever.

What are we dealing with, other than our ever present consciousness
that penetrates and connects us with all that IS?