knowing home

still moving on to find a rest
within the precious space of time
spreading across my cosmic chest
opening a new sublime

a greater world of fitting in
of getting closer to my sense
which makes me blind to make me spin
within the felt sentiments

catching a guess of letting go
what I still need to understand
moments of trust that know and show
a strange additional pre-blend

of bizarre processes of life
embodied visions that reflect
spheres underlying every drive
forming my growing conscious acts