Being inside the room
I looked outside

The outside was of
Little little squares

Being outside
I looked inside

The inside was of
Little, little squares

Where does this path lead to
Inquired one who has lost his path

This also leads to another path
Replied another path searcher

A butterfly?
You are not

A dandelion
Flower seed
Floats in the breeze?
No! you are not

A little bird
Gliding in the sky?
Certainly not

Your dancing stroll
In the field of orchids
Carefree and aimless,
Carries an aurora of
Grace and peace

Heart! go out there
And be like her,
At least be a
Dandelion flower seed

The tormentor of time
Has tattooed
Abstract Statues
On his face
Using clay of wrinkles

His eyelids were sagging  
For the weight of excessive skin,
And almost hid his pupils.

I gave him food,
But he really needed
Was happiness-
Which I never had enough.

His image
Stages dramas
In my mind

Was his outer self  
A portrait of my inner self?

Being on the rock
That stands in the river,
When I look down
I see the river.

The river is me.

Then I see
My reflection
Quivering on the water.

It is the river

In the midst of the thickest forest
On the top of the highest mountain
In the darkest, loneliest tiny cave,
I reside.

The sun is bright in the midday sky
But its brightness is no match
To the darkness living in the cave
Ferocious loneliness of the forest
Subordinates the loneliness of the cave

I reside in the cave
I reside nowhere

I am bound by the cave
So, I can go nowhere

I am freed by the cave
So, I can roam everywhere

Here, I am
Here, I am not

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