The searching mind tumbles
over jagged edges
and
narrow ledges,
grasping unsuccessfully
for safety
in swiftly passing
spots of respite –
a cave of memory here
a plateau of learning there –
but never any
solid footing
for the searching mind
belonging to
the longing heart,
that lives within
the echoing soul.
That mind
just tumbles
and tumbles
until
its heart’s passion,
the call of its soul
finally
unfolds.