The journey long and rough, no one exempt,
Suffering aplenty, worry deep, tears enough to wade in,
Is the path trod by all, the rich, poor, good, and evil,
All must pass through the fire and experience of existence.
There is joy along the way, as well as love,
The embrace priceless in its intensity and depth,
The joy of friends, children, food, literature and music,
Lighten the burden of the pilgrimage we are all on.
Yet nothing fills the inner longing or thirst,
Our restless sprits seeking always more, going deeper,
Driven by the inner desire for what we cannot own,
Yet seeking someway to pay the price of entrance.
The place of peace, oneness, where the sprit finds its home,
Free from the desert of urgent longings unfulfilled,
Release from inner pain, and loneliness, that drives to distraction,
Seeking that which will take away the inner pain of infinite thirst.