While Viewing the Ruins

Standing, first in silence,
Then quarreling with each other,
We viewed the ruins,
Unable to reconcile ourselves to
Emerging common misery
Deep within our hearts and bones.
 
Impossible to find a greening place,
We could not bloom within ourselves,
Cut off from ancestral roots,
Could not heal from the split
Between longing for lost world and
Longing for lost Spirit.
 
Is it possible to be whole….
Not be divided from this conflict?
Should I separate and learn to live alone?
Can solitary wanderer still learn to love,
Become One as a part of nature?
 
If I give up thought of leaving,
Will I then arrive?  If I stop running away,
Will I arrive and find?
If I stop searching and seeking, will I then see
What is eternally here, before my feet?

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