am I a river?

I ask thee

and the roaring intertwines

with the words of wisdom

glances filled with longing

 

I cover myself

from head to toe

with my shroud

and your fragrance fills me

from top to bottom

 

I revolt against my desires

to find peace in mundane

shockingly I look around

in search for the pressence

knowing fully well all this time

knowing so well all the time

that there is nothing I know

besides this heart’s incessant beating

in tune with not knowing

 

reason I ask thee

am I a river…