There aren't always answers
For the questions in your mind,
But often fate will show you,
Things you're meant to find.
Your journey is a long one,
And you won't arrive today,
But you will gather a pearl or two
As you move along your way.
Your teacher, who surrounds you,
Not bound by time and space,
Has already dropped the charges,
That you were going to face.
You borrow a moment here and there,
And pay interest a year or two,
And what made your heart soar yesterday,
Is today an old brown shoe.
But you remember times when love,
In an instant set you free,
You flowed with what is, no fear in your heart,
Right where you should be.
And the beauty of that moment,
Will find you once again,
And the teacher that surrounds you,
Has patience without end.
Bruce Mundhenke has worked as a laborer and a registered nurse.
He enjoys nature, reading, writing poetry, and long walks. He has published poems in Calvary Cross, Dead Snakes, UFO Gigolo, Plum Tree Tavern, and Jellyfish Whispers. He lives in Illinois with his wife and their dog and cat.