What is this feeling inside
That must be warming me
It’s a bleeding flower growing on a dogwood tree
My body is fishing like a Christian, but my mind sits like them Zen
My voice has been known
To speak hadiths every now and then
While the eightfold path is easy to see
There is only one traveler and I wish it were me
In due course of burning karma
I seek what it means to follow my dharma
My religion is the search
Without this search
The world has lost its meaning
When it is found
Everything will be no thing
Like dirt under my feet
The infinite is all around