CLEAR WATER & TORCH

Confusion Is the water stirred By anxious hands No one sees Her true face Until all is quiet Dirt and dust Fall to their places Heart too! Desire Is the nameless pain Burning the restless Runner who runs Against wind holding A flaming torch But to where? We are writing Nothing But we keep Writing We are reading Nothing But we keep Reading We are desiring Something Which is nothing But desire never ceases ---LTG '04