If I told you within was a spring ,
When you woke before opening your eyes while your body was still asleep,
Perhaps you could notice it before ,
Before the noticing began,
If you could hold the waking to known at bay,
Long enough that the beginning was clear,
Clear enough that in time somewhere,
Was some being which hadn't drifted apart,
Like a seed that orientated correctly at the start,
Was a spring
How can I explain so far in time presently which having hadn't wandered from would seem,
A profound thing words wouldn't capture where together flow two streams ,
From the beginning away , to where they belong beginnings back again ,
In place,
Then into the day
