Passion can burn.
But burn burns out.
When one is so sure, so assured, then wakes to a new day lost and confused, what has one got? Where is the truth? How does one go onto be when
it appears as if everything is nothing and no thing can enlighten.
What then is the place where truth resides?
If not in the space I think you have told me to stand, where then do I go to stand?
And what is this place I keep trying to?