Waiting For You

I can be riding a bike or taking a walk, doesn't matter, as I was lost. Not lost to where I am, but of who I am. Isolated, like the wind does to a dandelion. Here inside of remoteness most things seemed meaningless. So, I turned, not to others, but withdrew for a period of time; I was merely confused by all of you. I got out my candle, and became a lover of art and words. This meditation, this creativeness enabled me to find myself in the cosmos and the cosmos in me. It was just this being lost that enabled me to find who it is...that I am. I discovered the relationship I have to you and the universe. Therefore, I was not, nor am I a fool, nor are you, in seeking solitude. Sometimes we need the space, this emptiness to be revealed by the candle light.     Background and poem by Gary Hodges

"Dandelion Sunset" by Duncan Long