Mistaken

Spun and turning this way and that

I search my mind for answers to questions

When really the deep truth lies in the questing and the questioning

For who knows which way lies truth

And where it is we need to look for proof of theories

When really the testament of living provides deeper answers for hungry eyes

There are only these profound realisations that descend upon me

After illusions have been shown to be made of glass

That shatters into a million pieces

And on reflection

The splintered shards become mirrors

That reflect to me

Understandings I could never have found the way to before

And who knows if there is really

Any ultimate meaning

Beyond the one we find for ourselves

After a long journey through

What appear to be wastelands or wildernesses

Chasing ghosts that in time turn to reveal their living face

Showing us the place

Deep inside where we were

Most fundamentally mistaken