Bewildered, I ran unto nowhere,
Legs aching, the thorns pricking my soul,
Eyes – speaking of an unspoken fear,
Struggling for a breath towards an unknown goal.

Heaving, panting, I envisioned the horizon,
Was it so far? Will it near?
Questions, unanswered; and on I ran,
Illusion, I thought accompanied my fear.

The sky raced, the clouds did too,
The birds soared, the sands blew,
Night encompassed day, day overcame night,
Yet I knew not where I was heading to.

Then came a torrent, fascinating and true,
Carried I was, safely in turbulence,
The oyster shelled the pearl,
Willingly I relented, nearing the fence.

There was no illusion, then,
There existed a flow, steady and calm,
I felt like a leaf, being gently sheathed,
In the muslin breeze, I knew the charm.

The fence broke open, rattling into pieces,
Then there was just the cerulean sky,
No clouds, no sun, no moon, just day,
Had I touched the horizon, for which had I cried?

Open vastness, unleashed expanse,
Insatiable fullness, immaculate purity,
My heart soared like the voice of a lark,
Unfatigued, ecstatic, overwhelmed and intrigued.

I had tasted the elixir, enjoyed the bliss,
My run was over, parched throat was filled,
Intoxicated I was, by this experience so true,
The mist of my mind had cleared, it disappeared.

Who ended this endless quest?
Whose was this sweet torrent?
Who shielded me from those sharp rocks?
I never knew, will I ever know?

Wait I for an answer,
Do I already have it?
The horizon is all around me,
The sky blankets me to oblivion.

This is enough, need I no more,
The anonymous force appears familiar to the core,
I shall give myself away, just tell me,
Where are you, my succour – sole?