Oh black swan sailing the still murky waters
What flows through the blankness of your tacit mind?
What do you think of, as you elegantly pedal your webbed
feet
Do you ever wonder why the water is still, when the shore is
windy?
Whether it’s the water or the mind that makes it murky
Do you ever wonder; where did I come from; where will I go
Who is the mighty one that made me?
Do you ever wonder; why is it me; why is it them?
If , all this life is a pointless swim?
If you ever wonder so; Oh little black swan floating in the
river of time
How is it that, you still remain, so ceraceously calm?
