Ever outward
Traveling inward
Expanding circles
Growing beyond boundaries to become
More than what divides us from
You
And me
Wandering somewhere between this and that
Along the boundary between sanity and..
Reality
I begin to see the way my distinction between things tells me what I believe to be true
And lies to me about how truth..
stands..
Who am I really
Am I living
Or A dream of lives lived
Of places seen
A vision of a world
Lived within my head?
How are we to know
When knowing is our definition of being?
And if I don’t know, If I am truly this “lost Sage”
Will knowing define me?
Or admitting I am lost,
Help me to find my way..
Who’s to say?
I know few things
Enough to know I’m no Sage
Knowing this I see
I hold to no wisdom
Seeing this I am
And will continue to be
And being is
And reality is
And I will continue to wander until
I am
[Left floating on a scrap of parchment in a long forgotten script of some land, unknown to here, familiar to there.
And signed
-Sheng Wu]