Destination

Infertile! Barren ground! Onerous stones. Some are lying down. Some are sitting and standing, but they are immovable. Walking on foot is impossible here. And it’s hard to ride on a wanton horse. In my bedroom, there is a lone mirror, It’s occupancy of space has no good reason. I turned it into energy and watched the immense water and the tide flow. I have sprung the river that is up running and brought comfort in the field of affliction Now I’m rushing towards you. Stay still, do not diverge Oh! distant sea-shadow, Definitely, you are the destination we are reaching for.