My Way is Not Hidden

Though I'm growing weary And roads grow longer still And time, it mars my body And sorrow wounds my will I stand on solid mountains Though winds howl against their faces And bitterness becomes the sun In light of ancient graces. Why do I lament bitterly As though…

5. Emptiness of Space

If you, who are the emptiness of space Fill all that is and was and will yet be, And to beholders have a nameless face, And see the future as a memory, Why then do you watch sparrows' darting flight, Or give a name to roses and to stars?…