Poetry
Knowing the Self
This pursuit of mine to discern the self
Shall never come to a close
Through the quest
I search for Thee, O Lord. In the long succession of
Births and deaths
I shall tender myself,
O Lord, at thy feet:
The burden of my debt
Shall yet bulge. I am coerced over and over
To land at the many harbors
Of this universe
In its fair of the hearts;
My dealings with thee
Shall only swell
Over innumerable days and nights
As I go on selling and buying
Myself for all time.
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