The Pathfinder

The thing that I share, the thing I will show,
You've seen it already, you already know,
That thing precisely compels us to it.
When reason dictates that you spit,
Instead I tell you to swallow,
That thought and let your heart follow!

It finds you upright, it finds you abed,
Beheading the sin and giving it head;
In pieces it finds you, it finds you at peace,
Consumed by your engines and wholly remiss;
If finds you in silence, it finds you in song,
Erupting like crackers and dormant as fog;
It finds you in love, it finds you in cold,
Unwrapping the new, enthralled by the old;
It catches you laugh, it catches you weep,
With joy that you gave, or struggled to keep;
It catches you right, it catches you left,
United as one, by oneness bereft;
It catches you soaring, it catches you fall,
To wider ellipses, from shuttles too small;
In thought it does catch you, it catches in act,
The theory it catches, as well as the fact.

The thing that I speak of, the thing that you seek,
Has found you already, YOU LIMITLESS FREAK!!