Beating; like the wings of so many creatures.And my mind is no different When once I craved, I crave no more - I crave know more. Knowing time and exploring space I am always in this place. I move, but am unmoving... more perceived in travels, nothing is separate and nothing is real Except the light of life. A visit to light's how is a Sunday morning treat But questions go unanswered for those who truly seek - not pacified by the bedtime story like scripture of men past, from an era of as much relevance to our modern lives as a crumpled up receipt. Its existence more futile, being only waste. Light's scripture, eternally internal