A burning desire,more than anything he has known,
often he thinks a name should be given
propels him to explore inner world more and more
he dives down hopefully, yet another time
to the still center of the churning maelstrom ,
finding a diamond,from the dark depths of secrets
is still possible after all these trials and frustrations ,
though every time before, what he retrieved,
in broad day light turned out only to be a smooth pebble,
--each poem tells him to begin all over again, with  renewed vigor