Ripples

Many steps have I taken,

None have lead me here,

I leave them in my wake.

Each step shapes the snow,

Frozen remnants of a journey,

No beginning, no end.

A train of thought,

Strong with inertia,

A snapping twig derails.

Stillness spoken by shapeless trees

Mental illness broken by the unconceived 

In my natural environment I don't exist,

Something like a riddle,

Gone on arrival.

Form comes undone as the winds blow,

Scattered to the air, seeds made of dusted snow,

Cracking a seed you'll find no fruit,

Some things you can neither rush nor brute,

Open your mind you'll find your proof,

Leave it behind you'll find the truth.