without but within

some things aren't to be explained,
they are just meant to be felt,
that's how I feel about nature,
swell of the heart as I'm wrapped within it,
see I’ve lived fortune and experienced epiphany,
seen beyond the forrest and the sky and the sea,
and I'm moved,
not by something without but by something within.

now I find myself staring up at stars,
or listening to a soothing trickle of the stream,
the further I stretch my gaze the more wonders I perceive,
me, but not the same me,
classic would be older and wiser,
but this me is, after, a little more naïve,
distractions distant I'm finally absorbed in presence,
happy and melancholy clasped in delicate choreography,
dance in my heart, undisturbed, reverent.

this moment I happen to stand here,
unaware of how many others silent to spun hands have laid their tread,
here, in this spot,
I share a common bond with past and future of human spirit,
senses triggered by similar patterns but never quite to be identical,
stood shoulder to shoulder with the ages,
with nothing beyond just to be,
surrendering,
free.