being simple.

lots of days 

it all feels very complicated.

too much this 

too much that 

being pulled

here and being asked

there. whew.

and the inside.

the thoughts the wonderings

that could never be put to

pen.

because they couldn't.

if they were,

they might after all 

(be true).

but when there is time

to just settle in.

and find that place of

being

somewhere inside

that only i know.

only i can reach.

i realize it is all very simple.

and there is not much

that can be known.

because being after all...

it just 

is.

it just is.

- n.