On my roof

and down the dusky tiles

I listen to them run

in joyous rhythm

darkness envelopes me

its a pleasant feel

a faint flicker of light

from the setting sun

I hold out my hands

and they drop as blessings

washing away my pains

ah! to be alive and free

My world is true

woven with white lies

to shield blackness

in the gory red

I see no absolute

white and black are colours

so is grey

for i see no blending

My world is

it was, it will be

neither good nor evil

living within me

No culture defines me

I pray no lord

the temple chimes in air

evokes no thought

I live, so will all

I say no should

life may be a mystery

I seek not to solve