Why are you packing up for final journey? I am not getting the signals from the stars through the amnesia. The moon will rise on the desolate landscape of broken dreams A shudder gives away. You always pursued incompleteness.
So the striving continues, for wholeness, without sitting in meditation, remaining restless, churning, agitating, creating comets on the lips, touching the tulips, red roses, scented air, traveling all alone through the black memories.
Talking to yourself in emptiness, wading in the green eternity to find pure, unblemished truth, the secret of eternal youth. Which fear had perverted my vision? Why should I be afraid of meeting you in me? Cannot I maintain my
Integrity? The wheels are moving and your gifts are lying unclaimed. Where do we meet? No temple is safe. A foreign land where the clouds bleed and sun unloosens the threat, I will seek to close the circle.
