There Is Poem by Smoky Hoss

As wandering
in the forest dark,
or sitting solely
in the crowded city park,
both a being absent
pallid and alone,
in calm or clamor,
there continues
a searching for home -
As the fertile bee
moves by buzzing wing,
and wild whip-poor-wills
melancholy sing,
so there is
a longing to find
that perfect place far beyond
the limits of mind -
As surely such
may exist,
come now to know
the truth of the twist,
there is no limit
to living's possibility, for
there is always much more
than what we can touch, hear and see -