I.
When moving about life
the emptiness awaits our signal
to forge ahead or retreat
The emptiness is given
and taken without regard
for our planning
We must have the patience
to remain steady
when the winds of fate
are tearing at the sails -
We must remember to stay
at our own center
II.
Life is full and unreasonable;
it dashes about madly
it never takes "no" for an
answer
It clings to even
the most desolate areas
rooting in, finding water
It's a cleverness matched in us
only by our resiliency to love,
as necessary as water
We scramble, reach forward,
stretch out tendrils, looking
for the source that sustains
III.
There is pleasure in knowing,
pleasure in mystery -
it folds in upon itself, one
after the other
Like waking and sleeping.
We want to believe
in a pure world,
an ideal world
By we are forced to use
worn pieces, mended,
re-woven, full of the
marks of time
We live among old customs,
constantly weaving the
threads of tradition
with fibers just discovered
IV.
I want to feel like
ancient stone,
with a river flowing
over me
With the sun forever
passing overhead,
without thoughts
or feelings
Just the elements:
cold rock, icy water
warm air, the breeze
moving through all things
I want the clarity
of having no questions
Just observing
and breathing
