If you want to know the One
then turn the light of mind around
to see who’s seeing through your eyes.
This evening’s scene:
a wintry hush has settled over the mountain,
blanketing the whole white world in silence.
Old memories lie abandoned at the threshold of night,
while my heart gently yields to the darkening unknown
hovering like an impersonal angel around my meager camp.
Shivering, huddled against the oncoming freeze,
youth’s questions and answers long forsaken,
no fire to make tea, here’s all that remains:
a brief echo of a rumor
sounding faintly in the mist.