The seeker who has found,
a name well chosen for
the soul who doesn’t know that she knows,
doesn’t see what the mirror shows,
searching for the beginning,
the end, the sense of all,
timeless seeking the When,
the How inside the Where,
looking for the key to the door of time,
to find the truth deep at its core,
answers to all questions which
stare like ghosts out of the walls,
sounds weaving memories,
are bells in the wind, calling me…
where to?



Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007