Youth - Mount Eerie

I look through the big windows at the airport again

Far from home in 2014, disconnected and young

In my bag, a book of zen poems that I read and re-read

They all say: «don't worry

Dreamed dust is always blowing

All this is a veil»

The veil of youth is lifting in me constantly

Far from home again while everything is born by my eye

Only now and this airport window and whatever I see

The dissolving youth of things is shown as emptiness

Dressed up as spring

All million colors and everyone I’ve known

Passing through a mind and it’s this same mind

That was born

Wild and empty, wailing in electric lights since birth

Far from home at last, and I’m still trying to let the spring emerge

From beneath every thought unknown and vast

But my youth and self assurance fill the sky

«There's no moon,» my young mind thinks

«In a totally black night sky»

But there is a moon