Poem from Nick
I wandered through the world for a time.
Crying out, where are you?
All that echoed was the cry.
I looked and looked with fervent need.
And saw nothing of what I sought.
I touched and felt my way through darkness.
And of what I craved, grasped naught.
Like hunting wolf I scented for my prey.
Never once did I find its spoor.
I filled my palette with the taste of all things.
And still I starved.
I fell, exhausted to the ground for all hope had ceased.
And in the silence, I was.
And there was peace.
Sundari: This is excellent, Nick!
Definitely worthy of the Famous Vedanta Living Enlightened Poets Society!
