The world provides
Such an abundance
Of the strange
And unknown
Such an abundance
Of the strange
And unknown
I try not to let
My ignorance
Confine my experience
I try not to let
My ignorance
Confine my experience
But the light which guides me
Burns from within
And from there illuminates
My true path in the world
Will it be a photograph
In your mind, an epitaph
Or the sound of my lost laugh
The way they dance
Into the day
Lively and so cheerful
I re-encountered Buddha
Long obscured for me
Made strange by the confines
Of my culture familiar
In countenance: fierce
But whose hearts
Have the gentleness
Of brushed cotton
Never did I suspect
So many realities
Could coexist
Wishing it
Each time
To be
Different
Eroding, eroding, eroding
All which had supported me
Until I am perched
On a pinnacle