I know too much about life
and so little. The writing
is on the wall, they say-
where is that wall?
Profoundly intelligent,
the river says nothing
at all; for this reason,
stones are deaf.
What great knowledge
the empty bodied stars
impart without knowing
the meaning of love.
On a hillside, the moon
begins its nightly walk;
no question or doubting
its well-worn path.
