My Quest Poem by Thanh-Thanh NhuanLe

You asked me, “Whom are you looking for
While plenty are ready within your door? ”
− Oh, even the most insatiable dictator
For whom the whole world is forced to cater
Having the power to people’s lives sacrifice
Can hardly find a shadow of paradise!

You asked me, “What are you searching for
Since everything is available to you in store? ”
− Oh, my hands with five fingers each
Only hold a small quantity they can reach
But when unfolded have nothing to remain!
How to grasp mysteries in Heaven’s domain?

− Now, my sweetheart, could you realize?
I do not quest for my nature with my eyes!
As a color without a hue, tone without value,
A mute noise, silent voice, invisible statue,
I have been after you all over since the prime,
I have been seeking my true Self, all lifetime!