go to the limit of loneliness;
puncture the crust of emptiness.
you will find the all-sustaining heart.
an endless flow of devices
occupies the mind. they are all
like false dogs baying.
there are no yonder mountains.
on a moonlit night we glide forth,
leaving the safety of the bank
to bask in the glory of the shoreless one.
each moment is the satisfaction of the world,
fulfilling our ancient wish.