Confronting The Unknown

I walk for a short while-
talking with the moon and
thinking about the zero-

and spirit and water- standing
my ground, I ask the earth-
tell me, whose fear was greater than mine.

If god was blind, then why
so many planets and moons? Is that true
that between good and bad lives a shaman?

There was something
behind the walls. A lot of noises coming-
out, as if nobody was perfect.

The realization itself was hurting.
The day I started sweating,
reaching the icy peaks of understanding.