We are passengers on the fugitive subway—
who we meet and why
at the various junctures of our lives
is a matter of happenstance and association.
I never realized I would be here
and I still do not know
	where I am going.

But quite clearly,
	this flesh
                        hides
        the superstrings
	the jewels
                        of awareness—
look carefully,
	when you see me,
when you flip the pages
		of your paper.

long have I run with the wind—
and even I have swum
with the storm clouds.
I have see the heron gazing,
and I have kissed
                        the bluest rock.
Answer me no more
	with questions.
Answer me
		with your heart.