Examination
Always looking for something
Sequencing events
Following functions
Trying, trying all the time
To find the order
Age and grow older
There is no escape, we are
Woven Fate’s skein
Spinning on the wheel
Each and every thread, a line
Spun in the shadows
Soiled in the sunlight
Unravelling like poor cloth
And secretive truths
Trackless as the sea
The inscrutable Brachma
Intraversable
Each tear, an Atman
Like the dew on Maya’s face
Sweet as her sorrow
