Already This

my logic in a tartan knapsack of my scientific mind, i searched until i found who was who, looking for the essence that is me behind the pontifications of the ego that would be mine i traveled every well-known path worn and frayed around the edges until i was smooth as a stone in the river of my being, i trudged the meanings of what it means to be until i was immersed with every shade of green in the constancy of an open heart echoing pineapple winds of change i thought love had died with God, the world was so real with these divisions of humanity that kill the soft-eyed child inside and so i wandered within the silent room of awe bestowed in resurrections and awakening how on earth does Spring come forever when i must die in these passages through? in these spinnings balancing my mind ascending in awareness but for the grace, but for this magnificent obsession unfolding this moment now here all is déjà vu all is my poem of how i came to be.