When did it begin, I wonder
The life breathed into dust?
And when did time erode the truth
And discipline my trust?
I fought for truth in mold and mire
I laid assumptions out, begun
And planted knowledge in the dust
In soil and rain and sun.
But here's my open mind: it heaves
In longing for the pure
And unadulterated truth.
But now I'm so unsure.
postscript
Life is full of questions. One needs an open mind, but not one so open that one's brains fall out.