just so.
g.sam

The dreams that you seek
are there warmly before you
true allies indeed
of the great cosmic game

The sound that your ears
have been straining to capture
is simply the wind as it
echoes your name

The sights you would treasure
as visions of glory
are sprinkled in mirrors
for all eyes to see

The taste so delicious
your appetite chases
is only the flavor
of who you could be

Ask where does it come from?
this bountiful harvest
and gather your thoughts
as the sun gathers rain

For within the question
so richly examined
your faith shares the answer
again and again.