I taste of the vine and the fruit is sweet,
Yet, behold, there is nothingness before me.
Whence has it come and gone,
I see but I do not understand.
It is gone and yet I remain,
Alone and untouched in a world of nothing.
How do I find it again?
What spirit compass shall guide me
When the direction of the heart fails?
Whose hand shall I grasp for support
When all who should be are no longer?
If you are out there,
Blank air and blackness.
Then I shall no longer search.