Why do I keep on searching?
Dogged..... dogged
always longing for something more
believing in a new potential
never even birthed.
Why am I so pursued
by something with no form?
No source, no name?
Only a deep gut urge
that rises
whilst I sleep
and impels me deeper
into bewilderment.
So I wander
like one lost and mad
across deserts and through forest
tracing lonely paths
in solitary places
longing
for that which
I do not know.

-- Voice from a MorningStar Guest Journal