Why I Came

April 4, 2011

Something in the stillness softly calls,

A voice that seems my own from depths within,

Despite the unplanned errors of the days

And the unconsciousness gropings in the dark.

Where the centre lies I cannot say,

Aware of only fragments of a truth

That lies in me and yet is hid from view.

I only know that this is why I came,

For the beauty of the Way on which I go,

The challenge and the daring of the game,

To unearth the secret held within this clay,

The reason why my soul takes birth in time.