Fourteen

You won't see it,

no matter how hard you try.

You won't hear it,

no matter how close you listen.

You won't hold it,

no matter how tight you grasp.

Don't look too far ahead

or behind;

look here,

for the formless flow

which is supporting you

always.

Closer to the quiet source of sound,

the dark source of light,

the colorless source of color,

cocooned in perfect solitude.