there are words unspoken
as i become unbroken
while stoking the fire for warmth.
i came close to mirth,
but first i must again prove my worth.
zen, and the art of suffering for my art,
knowing there is no retreat
from my own journey.
i have been soft in harsh lands,
and stone on giving soil.
it is always pure,
but i am never sure
of my next step
so i look from the sky
to my feet to the stones
to the soul that is my own
and find the destination within.