Question
Cesca and Zen

What that you never knew
What that you were e'er the fool?
What if life was plain and clear
And what was yours always stayed dear?

How does sunshine turn to dust
How does weather turn sword to rust
How can one voice not be heard
If one voice roared and one mind stirred?

Ever in circles going round,
Questioning answers never found.
Loneliness yet never alone
Tête-à-tête a constant drone

A seed will grow on rocky ground
If food and water will be found
Food for thought will always be
The richest source of intimacy