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…
