Affirmation

Is there an answer to life's mysteries?

When questioned, the heart replies 

with sunburst or thunder somewhere

within a landscape that the mind

invents to lose and find itself, 

with laughter or a roar, deep 

into the body's bloodiest forest. 

Is the answer to be seen and heard

only, or to be sought and found, 

as if one could follow after 

radiant clouds or sunset tones?

Should the ear pretend it's being 

confided a secret or scolded 

by divinely indifferent winds?

Why is love enamored so often

with those who can't help breaking  

the vase that holds and shapes 

its liquid mirror or its void? 

Is death the end or yet another

destination, and is the soul 

a rolling brick or winged dust?

The answers are in your actions.

Other than your own being right 

or wrong, there won't be oracles.

On the brink of love, at the falling

of life's graces, rather than a question

offer your own valor as an affirmation.