When my self is empty of knowledge,
it gently holds a seed
that unfolds into a new life.
I find another source of knowing
that slowly guides me
through the dark night of the soul,
until the moonlight will uncover
the richness of the jungle,
where my soul lives:
the wilderness within me.
My spirit rests in presence that knows itself,
shining beyond forms of life,
embracing them in a roar of stillness.
My heart griefs all that I have to let go
to find a new soil for the tree of life.