Omens of Certaintyfeatured

Somedays I wonder where I begin and where I end.
I know I have a physical form, but I don’t always know where it is.
Am I foolishly imagining my existence?
Dreaming to be where consciously I’m not.

The void of silence tells me all I need to know.
What has been left unsaid,
But evidently apparent,
And yet somehow unfamiliar to the naked eye.

If you’re looking for a sign – this isn’t it.
Did you not see the 6,836 ones that have already flown by?
Stop waiting for the Universe to find you.
If you want to command my awareness,

Just reach out and touch me.

-H ☊