And mastery
Wash away
All that is
Not me
Let diligence
And patience
Bring on
The insightful
Flood
Let my spirit
Rise
From the flat
Featureless plain
That was me
Let diligence
And patience
Bring on
The insightful
Flood
Let my spirit
Rise
From the flat
Featureless plain
That was me
Until
I discovered non-being
And realized
Being
Was not
All it was cracked up
To be
As I test
Who I am
What I do
What I have
Against
Who I might have been
What I might be doing
What I might have
Then cross them
To see what’s there
Or bring it here
And burn them
To keep what’s there
Away from here
To pick them now
Would be a sin
Though lovely vase
I’d put them in
No matter rooms
They’re brightening
After a while
All anyone sees of me
Is the walls
After a while
All that is left of me
Is the walls
I only have a glimpse
Of the way ahead
Through difficult terrain
Many sections of the path
Remain obscured
And the final destination
Still lies beyond
The visible horizon
I feel so naked
Exposed
And alone
Like in the dream
Where you’re at school
Or at work
Without any clothes on
And you’re the only one
And you can’t figure out
Just how you got to be there
Without any clothes
Such varieties
Among societies
So much beauty
In its peoples
Nothing stuns me more
Than when some implore
There’s but room enough
For One
This makes me take a sigh