Youth

I look through the big windows at the airport again
 Far from home in 2014, disconnected and young
 In my bag, a book of zen poems that I read and re-read
 They all say.don't worry
 Dreamed dust is always blowing
 All this is a veil
 The veil of youth is lifting in me constantly
 Far from home again while everything is born by my eye
 Only now and this airport window and whatever I see
 The dissolving youth of things is shown as emptiness
 Dressed up as spring
 All million colors and everyone I've known
 Passing through a mind and it's this same mind
 That was born
 Wild and empty, wailing in electric lights since birth
 Far from home at last, and I'm still trying to let the spring emerge
 From beneath every thought unknown and vast
 But my youth and self assurance fill the sky
 "There's no moon," my young mind thinks
 "In a totally black night sky"
 But there is a moon.