Mirage

I tried to hold
the misty breath of wind
When I sang to her
she offered me a pantomime

Her lovely notes I played upon my reed
but her melody I could not hold
and like a bow of light she disappeared

Nothing can we call our own
since the rupture of the cord
and loss of blood
that tossed me as a stone into this world
of clouds and sand that swiftly pass
running through our fisted hands

Nature beckons and allures
on pathless paths to learn her words
that lead us to the Waters of our soul

There the fruit of Knowledge will be found
moving past the language of our minds
returning us to what we left behind

All else here is simply a mirage