A
door left
half
open ---
to
come? to go?
...turning...whirling
round
and round
we
go, we go.
Reaching
anywhere?
While
in the wheel
we
cannot know...
-hk
The
end of a scene
leads
to the beginning
of
another.
When
will the story end?
Will
the story end?
Tears
flow
into
the cup of a smile,
The
smile points
to
brimming eyes.
Where
is the cloud?
Where
the sunshine?
From
a distance
The
mountains and the valleys
fuse
into one patchy plain.
The
gift of meeting
becomes
the
gift of parting
by
the time
arms
stretch
to
give, to receive...
Or,
who
knows?
The
wheel turns,
the
river flows,
the
mountain stands,
the
sky watches...
Round
and round
we
go, we go.
Turning
senselessly
in
dizzying fear?
Or
spiralling upwards?
…while
in the wheel
we
cannot know.
