Self
Alone in the midst of the
forest of single-mindedness
I walk upon the carpet of
solidarity and identify the
Reaching of tomorrow across
the midnight's stroke of time.
I walk with the sounds
of the stillness
And feel the dancing of the
wind upon my skin.
Closing my eyes, I can distingush
the dew blanketing my hair
And the fog enfolding me
within its armor.
In this sphere of nothingness,
I am not happy or sad.
I don't look for tomorrow
and care nothing about yesterday.
I search for no hope but
am far from hopeless.
I desire not to be helpless
but offer no help.
I am more simply more because
I refuse to be less.
In this forest of lost souls,
I walk upon the carpet of harmony.
Being touched by the wind,
washed by the dew and enfolded by the fog.
In this forest I am unaccompanied
but have the company of one -- self
