No one can understand you unless they are just like you.

Where did you come from and where are you going?

What makes a difference ... if one embraces you?

Are you never satisfied with the degree of your knowing?

With an unending appetite you just keep on feeding

all the demands of your being ... as you roam over the earth?

Would it be to contrite ... to imagine that in your needing

that through clarifying ... you feed on your own birth.