Can peace be found while the wheel spins?
Can that which is outside also be in?
Can that which is broken be complete?
Whatever the truth, the desire is burning bright
for the flame of love’s embrace in holy light;
a desire without desire, a lust without lust!
Words fail and yet I have to speak,
like a little birdy singing with his beak,
like a waterfall gushing towards the sea.
The words tumble out of my mouth and yet, they stick to my tongue,
How can I want that which I know not;
or find that which has no certain form;
or the beginning of that with no final end?
With a riddle unspoken, a promise never broken;
a place where ends blossom with bright beginnings;
and the race is won without even winning!
On some green mountain, where all is lost
and all is won, following his own footsteps,
the web unravels, disappears and never was...
