[Mark Eanes Studio]


There is no reason

Unless the reason

We discover



In the dust,

Out of it,

Like everything living

We leave our mark.


We grow

Toward the light,

Toward the sun,

Energy seeking the highest level.


We are the only ones to question

The pull of instinct.

The planets do not roam.

The animals do not question.


We investigate.

We choose.

In choosing we become



A sequence of choices,

What is a self but

Human choices made

With clarity of mind.


The mind complete.

“Everything that lives is holy.”

Clarity not fashioned

By expediency or naivety or religion.


Clarity fashioned by vision.

This is the true poetic genius,

The only answer to the question

What can we know?