IN AND OUT OF THE FOURTH WORLD
Why are you here?
You have called yourself
Out of nothing to see
What sort of world this is.
You passed through
The opening and lived
With what is alive
On a certain day
And in a certain place.
You found a few people,
But now you are left
With the sound walking makes.
So you speak quietly to yourself,
And, you speak to no one.
No one is always with good heart.
No one always asks
Permission, and no one will
Always let you know how things are.
You are not afraid.
And you do not know why you are here.
You wanted great knowledge.
You have some footsteps.
No one gives you permission.
You had land, some water.
It was never yours.
No one knows how only a small
Part of who you will ever be
Will ever be remembered.
Still, you walk with good heart,
Even as you bring along your arguments.
For there is no one coming after all.
You know you will walk facing nothing.
Somehow this helps you see a little better,
A little further in the clouds.
You will not know why you are here.
But you will see how no one knows
There is always something still to be done.
