To Professor S.Z: On His Eternal Quest

I think you are in torment of some kind.
Like a man who would like to give
Worlds away, yet who
Cannot manage
To give himself.

Like a man who has tended
Some secret precious treasure inside
Of himself, many weary years
And lived and grown with it, inside.
Traveling and seeking
Valuers far and wide.

Like a man who cannot rest
(Even while the world
Has long retired) ,
While the beautiful gem
So admired ¬
Hangs festering on his soul-
¬What he wouldn't do,
Weightless to live!
Yet he cannot give.

Like a man who has sought
And drunk, and sought,
And drunk,
Yet somehow missed
The very essence
Of the coveted drink he desired,

Even after he has inquired
Into mountains and oceans
Of knowledge;
So thirsting still
He goes on, scouring
The valleys of humanity.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
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