Try as I might,
I feel lost in myself
The myriad of empty rooms
Emptied in itself
Closed doors in my mind
I have trapped myself

Is there any hope
That I might find myself?

I traveled a distance
To see a great sage
With wealth only seen
In poor men’s dreams

I arrived at a shack
Broken and bare
I knocked and I entered
The old sage was there

his home was a sight
quite humble indeed
nothing extravagant
nothing to see

Where of the wealth?
-I asked, aghast
How can you live
with nothing to give?

Well what about you?
-He countered
Where are your things?
What do you bring?

But i am not from here!
I'm not like you
You see, I'm just passing through

He smiled and whispered
I'm passing through too.

I lift up my head
And see nothing.

I close my eyes
And see all that can be

But, eyes wide open
I stepped in doubt
And sank myself.

On acres of  the dawn
I sow sun as seed
And the moon's face dark!

Then comes the night armada,
I sow my labour to the day, forced
To pay wages to the dark!

The day comes in whirlwind
Flaming coals to the eyes sore
I sow my unborn feet burnt!

A trip of irony running,
Carvorting in ectasy moon
In eerie season of unknown!