Known Unknown

In trying to understand the world
We seem only to find balance
Upon a vast field of simple grain
The sort undistinguishable yet soft
Enough to hold our mind and body
Our greatest fear and smallest burden

Always a fascination has existed
With the designs of our lives together
An ability to negotiate, process a life
Or find fortune in the memory beyond
Who we were today when yesterday
We began a similar journey alone

A circle exists we speak of in unison
Sometimes disparity reminds the foil
To hearthen back to another energy
Quite similar yet different again
We respond accordinly to a symbolic
Moment, the sort we may write about

Well before the eternal designs of our lives
Might truly be the answer in knowing eyes

- Nirmohi