It’s not the sun that rises, but it is you.
It’s not the water that is wet,
or dust dry,
or lemon bitter,
or the shrill of a cry.
It is you.
It’s not joy, or calm
or rage
or despair.
It is you.
It’s not fear or love,
or deceit
or shortcoming.
It is you.
It’s not early or late,
or friendly
or without regard.
It is you.
It’s not hunger or tears,
or fits of laughter,
or viscous wounds.
It is you.
It’s not path or place,
near or far.
not clouds or valley,
or distant star.
It is you.
It’s not the sun that sets, but it is you.
-Thaddeus Hink