Vast arrays of flora beckon us to their fragrant oases.
Hunters run on the plains. They chase the wild game
that have moved this way forever. We are just like
antelopes. We are determined to chase a memory.
Will we ever settle down or will we stay nomadic?
What is the solution to the neuroses that afflict us?
What is a useful response to tragedy? Should we
laugh or take care of each other? When kindness talks,
does anyone dare listen? Who will interrupt you when
you are speaking truth? I seek the one who knows the essence.
Who can explain a thousand things with a single sentence.