They are always looking for what they never find.
With eyes eager for sky they look ahead,
Mirroring for a moment the color of space.

They are always seeking a road to vividly wind
Out of the ways that have tamed and hurt their tread.
It is always before them like wind that brushes the face.

I am always looking for what I never find;
Peering and crying into my heart, I seek
The breath that is made of fire which shall fulfill.

I am always hungering for the undefined
Taste of a word I have not learned to speak.
My breath is wasted flame, my lips are still.

We are always seeking, and when we do not find,
One by one, we see the symbol of things
In the sky's illusion of light, in the wind's rebuff.

One by one, in the refuge of the mind,
We strive to give the understanding wings
And to make the brilliant flight of it enough.