Question

Peace in the darkness
                        the moon whispers softly
                        trees dance in the shimmering
                        star-filled canvas of night

                        Traquil in my thoughts
                        my conscience soothes me
                        dreams await my appearance
                        upon endless scenes of my life

                        What feels?
                        My mind
                        What sees?
                        My heart
                        What knows?
                        My Soul

                        Within an offering of stillness...

                        I should question nothing