Reason

My lord, I never understand the play of time

Am I playing with the time

Or time is playing with me

You said, ‘I was born for a reason

Reason for I grow.

Is this the reason?

Times leaves me? Or I have to leave the time?

Then what about my reason?

Long ago, I met a man of Buddha’s soul.

I asked him, ‘Lord says I was born for a reason

What is the reason?

He answered in language hard to understand

My son,

If you are searching for  a reason

Search in the darkness of your home

May it will not lie

Ask to the windows

From where you saw world lies

Ask to the kitchen

Where your food was cooked

Ask to the bed

On you slept.

Ask to the life

You lived.

But remember you are broken-wing bird

That cannot travel in time

Nor with time.