Upon this path of barren stones I have chosen,
crowded by many, apart and part, yet solitary.
The search… ah, the search, that which is unspoken,
a thought, imagined, oft believed, less than momentary.
Reality arisen, already dead in thoughts delay,
grasping the ungraspable, as dreams in the dawn.
Quietly breathe, shh… nothing more to hear or say,
nothing to think, nothing to do, let the veil be finally drawn.