I hear the faint sound of drops that are falling somewhere else
Droplets pounding and crashing and smashing
Quietly to the ground beyond these walls.
Yet alone I sit within these walls.
I know there is life beyond the walls,
But I dare not shout out to it,
Dare not disturb faint dripping sounds,
Smashing to the ground.

Do I dare disturb the universe?

There is a universe out there,
But it is foreign to my senses.
I consider it foregn to myself.

Do I dare disturb a foreigner?

I’ve my own universe with which I must deal.
I’ve my own life to lead,
My own detachment, my own walls.
I call it a life.

Do I dare disturb a life?

Every day I arise to disturb a life.
I disturb the life, yet the life is mine.
That life is no less a foreigner
Than I am to myself.

How well do I know myself?

I am a foreigner, and daily I disturb myself.
The foreign life is disturbed,
Yet is no less a part of the universe
Than the universe itself.

The universe is disturbed
By droplets, falling to the ground;
I am disturbed, knowing they are somewhere else
And thinking they are foreign.

The disturbance comes not from
Their existence, or from any existence,
But from the thought of that existence
I call a life.

I need remove the thought,
And the universe will be at ease.

I will not be disturbed.