i went out looking for answers.
or so i thought.
but i wouldn't let my head clear long enough to get them.
i raked, and looked at the earth and the sky,
and would get small feelings here and there,
but i never made the space that was needed.
there in the quiet, i knew no stillness.
later, in the middle of chaos, where i would never have
thought i could still and make the space,
i did so.
and there, in the pause of the chaos, the whisper found me.
thru the window, i heard the tree -
'your heart is good.'
and that was all i needed.