What do I believe...

I wrote this 25 years ago yet so easily could have written it today.

There was a time when
I looked inside
and saw merely
a reflection of thought...
learned images of what was
supposed to be real.

Concrete within me lay
definitions
of love, trust,
understanding.
Where did they come from?
Who defends their truth?

I looked deeper.
There were the questions
I felt I had answered
believing I understood
but never "knowing"
never really "knowing"

Here I fell short of my goal
for to truly know
of thought and mind
there is no thought,
no debate,
no question.

It is there...
to hold, to caress,
to treasure.

Now,
I do not know,
I do not seek.
I look inside and see
a reflection...

a reflection of you.