October 04^th, 2018

I have longed for the
School of the Void,
To learn with my mind of ashes
To sit in Son.
Fame is fragile
As a clay rice-cake steamer
Even after success,
The effort for fame
Has been in vain.
Riches and honors,
Sought uselessly
The poor also have this affliction.
I have left my village home
And sleep calmly under pines.