An empty jug
If I knew what I was looking for,
I might could find it.
When I know what it is,
my search will be over.
All I've ever known is an empty jug
that rings like a bell when struck.
Not a drop in the bottom
so, from where comes this thirst?
This concept of satiation? All I know
of bread is the stubble of a field.
Not one encrusted crumb.
Absence does not speak
nor indicate what is missing.
All I know of wealth is what
strangers stuff into my cup.
What will it take to fill the jug?
Until the search is over,
I don't know what I am looking for.
O child of God, those on the path
should clasp tightly the Godman's hand.