A Search

my mind searches for answers -- in vain --
like a weary caravan lost in a desert
where sand storms obscure the vision
and the heat boils the thirst
rolling like the parched dunes
rippling and shifting its shape and place
like a thief who has treasures to hide
in the tiny grains of dusts
that glimmer with flat scales of mica
and slim crusts of mirages
making false hope appear and disappear
like moving colors on a soap bubble--
aimless, erratic, blind, capricious--
and maybe the questions i have
are unquestionable and have no answers,
an illogical blunder of a mind
that strays too frequently and too far away
in the heights of mountains
that are clean and crystalline,
as to not to be able to see the valley below,
all glaciered with whiteness of clouds,
and upon returning forgets
where he came from
and recognize not his own house.
That feeling was profound truth.
something in the mountain wind
that has poisoned the mind
keeps it awake and restless
at night when the whole world sleeps
searching for the clarity of the mountain winds
and the crystalline simplicity of life.