Someplace

There is a place in a

Time yet unfolding that

Exists, though not yet

In its glory and its wisdom.

It's a place where the

Words trip like rocks

Cross the brook in the

Valley and the coarse mind

Finds its solace and its

Sanctuary.

It's a place and a time

And a

State of mind raw stillness

While the wondering

Wanders on and on anew.

In deep forever folding,

Evolving and close holding

It is someplace and it's

Noplace and it's

Here.