Some days I don't like to be by myself.

Some days I do.

Some ways of yours I don't understand.

But I don't have to.

Is there a form to follow?

I follow the formlessness

From which creation springs.

But it is the formlessness I seek,

For all the creations seem to me

To be illusions,

Rabbits pulled from the hats

Of strange magicians.

It is when I take my eye

Off the prized formlessness,

That I see you:

Beauty, and Love,

The promise of Laughter.

And it is exactly then

That the day turns into one of those

That I wish I weren't so all alone.

-jenn