Integral Silence

I sense so much
And what I can give back is so little
But I can ask the questions
How do we begin to know the unknown?
How do we come to see clearly?
What joins us all?
How did we lose ourselves in the forest?
How do I find my way back home?
I know it is time to go
But there are still so many more questions
I am moving in them
They are my feet and my hands
And they are what I give back to you