One’s thoughts – actions – goals
nothingness filled up with sense
constructed stand points.
Clever words – wisdom of self
static dissolving in space.
Habits – hopes – beliefs
relating to emptiness
views trapped in vain.
Observer lost in darkness
no stepping stone left ahead.
Relationships end
reflected feelings faded
longings all cut down.
Body’s appearance shrinking
properties give no support.
What was driving me
direction giving ideas
with selfless motives
reality took over
illusions dried out in time.
Left alone – ignored
without sharing of my pain
thrown back to oneself.
Outside distraction calms down
distorted view turns inward.
What keeps me alive?
Memory of existence?
Experience patterns?
Why do I still ask myself?
Tired of endless answers.
Looking at the moon
stars blinking straight down to me
message without words.
There is nothing left to say:
BEING fills the space – – and me.
BeiYin
(Remark: Written in Tanka form)
