Anatta -Poem-12 (My Life And Quest)
“There isn’t one, there isn’t one! How happy
I am that there isn’t one!”
“There isn’t one, there isn’t one! How happy
I am that there isn’t one!”
A pretty children’s tale is found
Of how a lady slept spell-bound
Through time’s long night, till for her sake
A daring rescuer should break
Through many perils and with a kiss
Wake her to endless bliss.
Where the mighty river flows
A bleak, grey prison-castle rose
Wherein a lady dwelt, they say,
On whom a lifelong curse there lay:
Not to look out, not to go free,
Only a shadow world to see, Reflected in a glass.
In the soul’s dark night
I knew the taste of tears unshed,
The hopeless seeming fight,
Pain for my daily bread.