• The Search for the Ox

      In the pasture of the world,
      I endlessly push aside the tall
      grasses in search of the Ox.
      Following unnamed rivers,
      lost upon the interpenetrating
      paths of distant mountains,
      My strength failing and my vitality
      exhausted, I cannot find the Ox.
      I only hear the locusts chirping
      through the forest at night.

    Humans are different from animals in that they can think and reflect. It is our thinking and reflecting that brings us to wonder or question about ourselves and life. Some people seek a reason for life, they seek the ox. At first they seek outside of themselves, looking at philosophy, science, occult matters, etc. Perhaps wealth and personal possessions have been amassed to cover the aches and discomforts of the heart and mind, and now the person wearies of this, it no longer works.