Pattern seekers

map our souls

in liminal space.

Seeing, knowing, feeling

constellations of connections

beyond the minds eye.

A cacophony of interrelation

ebbs, flows and resolves into

a symphony of comprehension.

‘Greater is the one’

knows the seeker.

Truth is intangible

as it fragments

and reforms.

Maps are made,

yet the maker

is not the speaker.

The maker leaves beacons

like repeating fires

on mountain tops.

See the light,

lest it die

in the rage

the pursuit

of significance.