To see
The sunrise in the sunset,
The high noon in the midnight,
The joy within the despair,
The quiet within the noise
This is the goal,
The task,
The delight,
The happiness;
It is the only endeavour
I think worthwhile
And to be able to
Do this all the while,
No matter where,
No matter when,
To see here in there
And there in there;
When I have learned
This lesson,
Maybe, . . .
This will be freedom?
But still,
I can make neither head
Nor tail of things.
And why?
Perhaps because
There is no head
Nor any tail
To make anything of
But only anything itself
To regard,
Including
That which regards.