Where is all that passion, that enchantment?

Where is all that vigor? All that thirst?

Somberness decays into silence

Silence decays into beauty

Beauty decays into despair

Half way through or two times over

The multi-dimensional cycle is indecipherable

Where did we lose ourselves?

And where will we find each other again?

I sit and breathe the conditioned air

Aware of all my conditionings

The air-conditioner hums me into

An unconditional surrender-struggle

I'm split and in the ground

I'm torne, look at my veins

I yearn to express, and to be

And to take care of those I love

But I love them all

And that is quite overwhelming

I see the death and suffering

I see the birth and beauty

The tragedy and mystery of humanity

This ultimate condition from which we can't escape