Fugitive

time exile

Fugitive:
Time exile
in the barren wasteland
of the waving deserts'
tyrant star,
I dig for water,
sandpapered,
hands
  bleed
in pyramids,
and flounder,
my jigsaw-skin
hugged by water
in the ocean home
of soul's first baptism,
ran or lost,
green years forgone,
to find
it's still whole and infinite

For you see above
no more than a boat
in an unquiet sea
for the storm
is the nature of the surface
where all vessels crack
but descend
and find I AM
boat and ocean,
depth inconmensurable,
see I AM's both
ocean and depth
that which contains
awares and infinites

Katsuhika Hokusai