Searching

I search

and as unto myself I turn

let my heavy body grow lighter

and feel what is naturally I

become higher

then now, no more thoughts can I,

a soul, discern

Yet, if there be need to use

what I earn

These are hope and peace

and one thing brighter -

A golden love I raise

- a miter

How glorious a point of light

can conquer

- at once all darkness

is driven astern !

Yet

the intellect cannot understand

what the body demands is us

what we cannot understand

we cannot hold fast

and so our limitations

are sorrowfully kept nurturing

As we, and I, our souls

still burning

keep searching.

(c) Lai Chew Yarn

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