You should have listened to the birds sing.
That is what you needed for your mind’s boxing ring.
But you are not content with such sweet simplicity.
Instead, you wanted nothing but to question their flying.
So you vow to get to the bottom of it, with vigor and heat.
You tore out their wings and opened their feet.
You fondled their bones and ripped off their beaks.
Let me ask: did you find all those answers you seek?
The silence now in your heart is not in your mind,
Tortured by fruitless queries all of the time.
The peace you desire is not at all difficult to find.
Yet, you are with nought but the feathers left behind.