#bull01

[bulltamer]

1. The Search for the Bull

In the pasture of this world, 

I endlessly push aside the tall grasses in search of the bull.

Following unnamed rivers, 

lost upon the interpenetrating paths of distant mountains,

My strength failing and my vitality exhausted, 

I cannot find the bull.

I only hear the locusts chirring through the forest at night.

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Comment: The bull never has been lost. 

What need is there to search? 

Only because of separation from my true nature, 

I fail to find him. 

In the confusion of the senses I lose even his tracks.

Far from home, I see many crossroads, 

but which way is the right one I know not. 

Greed and fear, good and bad, entangle me.