to seek beyond the black stalactites the sky offers.
Tranquil soul and recycled dignity,
to surmise a meaning even for the spit on the sidewalk.
Many a time with a frustrated desire,
that fails to open, for it lacks the Sun.
Support the fingers: Enamel coated,
to alleviate the lotus and shake its waters.
With a recondite purpose,
fragrance of which is the only memory I keep.
Moments of no banal existence,
to experience 'A walk I shall remember...'