Alone Out Here
I thought I was alone out here,
How sweet to find you in this Vastness.
If not, you will be.
So few leave the village of the Great Teachings,
The few I've met have been driven by Life,
What drove you to such desperation,
There are no concepts here for one seeking knowledge.
And have no concern of arrogance and price,
You will never understand this Vastness,
Such a din in the spiritual marketplace.
I walked the Path of the Idiot to get here,
And dying, at last,
Even while remaining, a simple man,