knowledge true

if there be a way to see what is hidden,
may it be found in the woods;
hiding in the leaves of trees,
being washed in the cool babbling brook,
living with small, furry friends in a hollow log.
wherever, and however i may come across it,
only let it be revealed, and i will not care how it comes to me.
there is a beauty to the lonely walk,
over leaves softened by lingering dew,
by wild groves of flowering weeds, reminding me of my place,
of the true me;
in these simple sweet living poems i see what i am,
what i am lacking,
how i need to be to attain it.

kbs 4.1.2004