The Omitted Preface
Dearer far than anything dearest to me,
Yajnyawalkya,
I tried to relate and bring your voice down
to fall on the empty silence
of the buzz of sounds.
I knew how futile the effort was,
yet I tried, because I thought of hope
hiding somewhere beyond smoke.
I see no light;I see no hope
as I near the end of the horizon.
To sing was all I could and all I knew;
for I could never assimilate
the lessons and secrets of the marketplace.
Like an orphaned child I may leave you
to find your way and go;
though I still do not know;
who will be orphaned, me or you?
Dearer far than anything dearest to me,
Yajnyawalkya,
I tried to relate and bring your voice down
to fall on the empty silence
of the buzz of sounds.
I knew how futile the effort was,
yet I tried, because I thought of hope
hiding somewhere beyond smoke.
I see no light;I see no hope
as I near the end of the horizon.
To sing was all I could and all I knew;
for I could never assimilate
the lessons and secrets of the marketplace.
Like an orphaned child I may leave you
to find your way and go;
though I still do not know;
who will be orphaned, me or you?
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