by Rado Gatchalian
With all the searching and looking —
What shall I find?
Everything and nothing.
Alone in the dark yet accompanied by the light.
Of all the luminous things:
How shall I measure wisdom?
As I move from low to high
And from known to unknown —
Shall I remain like an empty cup?
Will I endure this test of life
And become a child forever?
Shall I embrace silence like a brother to me?
How shall I step toward that peaceful beauty
If what is spoken cannot be heard?
Like a star in a quiet night:
Soon, we shall all shine so bright.
Source: Poem and Photography