The Essence of Man

The cockcrow again
To break a new day.
The way a chick
Breaks forth from
A newly hatched egg.
 
Life is the Morningstar
That shines forever.
The same river
That went this way now
Will soon be returning
To go the other way.
 
Life is a song
We already know.
 
Man is the song
We shall learn
And unlearn forever.
Man is the slippery catfish
You cannot freely grip.
 
Man bites like a wolf
And sting like a bee.
His heart is no more
In his left or right breast.
It is probably in-between
His thighs now.
 
And so we go on
In life trying
To marry it to man.