Contemplations (Slow Version)

How does one choose The most beautiful star in the heavens? How can one find The perfect vernal blossom? Is there a sound that can rival The holiest celestial melody? What privilege can contrast To the gift of flying wild and free? What warmth can compare To the touch of the summer sun? What sorrow can liken To the loss of a loved one? How do you hold moonlight In the palm of your hand? How do you stand Without sinking in quicksand? What touch is there, more soothing than silk? What power can bend The strength of an iron will? Is there none that can tarnish This burnished gold? None that can decimate The indomitable soul? What colors give life to A painted masterpiece? What sight is more beautiful When the blind can finally see? What merry laughter Can bring more joy? What life can spring forth From the infinite void? Are the secrets I seek Lost in esoteric mystery? Lost in time, in space, beyond this reality? What authenticity is hidden Beneath these masks? Are there no answers To the questions I ask? Can a tumbling pebble Cause a mountain to fall? Can a random action, a destiny disrupt? To be all is to be nothing, to be nothing is to be all.