As I set out maps and compasses,
one journey begins and another ends.
Though I have a sense of where I am
going, the mystery of what I will unravel,
beckons. On the horizon, beyond the curves
of sunrise lies the winding road, leading me on.
Soon, the flatlands will give rise to snow-capped
mountains whose names remain yet foreign.
In my bones, I arose a long time ago from
the Himalayan peaks- as an old boy, happy
to return to my students. Now, I am in disguise,
as he who does not know what he knows.
The days pass like this, as the song of miles
and passing time conjoin as if they were twins
awaiting their new birth. I journey on.