My World

The one who asks will never receive
But he who lives possesses all
What I sought after never did I enjoy
But what I fled from never left my tail

Beauty, love and truth are always fleeting
What is true in my life is the freedom of death
The absenting of love that once was
And the influx of pain and fear

It is an illusion that childhood is fleeting
We still are helpless but decide to forget
Walking as a mortal among others
We forget that we are all learners

When I dared to follow the footsteps of my fathers
Selling my soul to the power of education
Value was always measured and presented
My value being the pain of nothingness

An outlaw in my own tribe and country
As the generations past sneered at my defeat
More power over this broken body
Awakens the memory of death and freedom

The question of life is the question of death
Pain and the death of the soul brings us nigh unto it
When the dark knight bent for a drink
His ally helped him into the river of blood

Such is the story of my life with the mortals
Every moment I seek the immortal and forget the moment
Every god did I trust and destroy
And every moment of ungodliness was a lie

In the midst of the cruel desert of scorpions
Lived the young Persian mystic
When the camel died and the sand grew heavy
Life and love knew their mortality

Such is the fate of the bold son of man
Languishing in the face of intense power
Finding his soul amidst cruel injustice
And carving his life among the generations of the earth

His face then look unto a grand opening
The promise of incommensurable peace opened his heart
Not from man or the gods but from humiliation itself
The lack that the world is founded on is pleasant

I still seek as I grow weary in this wilderness
Wise mystics moved among me and never cease calling me
Foolish tempters crave my company as the days go by
Torn between every promise I live my life

What then is the value of my being?
Let death be the judge of that in the words of the living
My heart is open to the undefinable worth of being
And may my wars be holy and just


Rowan Moses for Kim Jung Min (AKA David Kim)


He wanted a story about my life but I have no story but I just wanted to share my experience in the form of poetry....