I am the desert open and vast
full of the sharp winds
they tear through me and I ask them
who
am
I?
my answer leaves me like a mirage
I am full of mirages, you see
but underneath I am all sand
driven in the biting winds
what help is there for the desert?
who never rests,
whose paths are but momentary
traces of memory and dream?
where in this, oh eagle eyes
is the primal driving soul?
where is the freedom?
show me my insides
let me give my blood to you
let me soak in myself
become myself
dissolve into…
death is everything
it is nothing
it is my letting go
it is your tearing away
it is my pathless desert
I would cry, but where
oh where?
are the tears