"Structures, Systems, senses the vastness?"

(How often we reason out with customs, beliefs and challenge the norms associated with a system? )

Complex as constellations
 structures find their way into my small urn
in seemingly abstract customs  that behold a promise
for the better, the brighter, the bigger?
I seek the reason,  the science of their being
I seek the origin, the divine, the bliss
 The quintessence of the infinite,
could it be limited in my little urn?

 

Yet I go into the thickets of the man-made
I need to traverse that journey
To discover soulfulness
I need to know what the chaff is
To sift it from the grain and sow that seed of knowledge
To  be in  darkness and let those shafts of light fall in…
Till the journey lasts, its my belief that tows me
Maybe in those set patterns
What my mind senses in that urn
To absorb, absolve, or let go
 In those structures, I am bound to,
I finally realize, I need to break free!