Oh, my dear Lord, Hermit
I came to see you
In search of wisdom

Oh, my dear confused one
I came to the thick of the Forest
Because I despise wisdom and all that

Dreams,
You sleep,

Then I can stay awake


Dreams,
You stay awake,
Then I can sleep

On the river bank,
Taking cover
Behind the thick fog,
You keep walking.

Nearby,
I keep waiting
Until Sun rises
Higher

Will the fog have
Eloped with you?

A drop of dust
Under my own feet;
Me!

A mountain
Borne by it:
Me!

The Sky:

The rental home
For the stars
In night times;

In day times,
For the Sun

My Retina:

A camera  
For their cosmic dance

My Mind:
The playhouse

When you flow
Dancing rhythmically
On the top of the mountain
Nobody is rallying to see you

When you fall
Suffering turbulently,
Down here in the valley
Many are saluting you
With standing ovation

In day and night
In the heat and cold
During thunderstorms
Getting battered and battered

Tell me, scarecrow,
How do you maintain
Your dutiful scary look
While keeping your
Soft interior intact?