Sometimes, while I walk,
I like to close my eyes.
Immediately, I find myself in a space in which only
the echo of my footsteps can be heard,
and my only guidance is the vibration it leaves behind.
At times, the vibration ceases - I am foliage swaying with the breeze -
and the only reason I keep moving is a need to break for utter silence.

You have wild flames in your eyes,
And yet you swim in deep waters at night.
What is it then you seek in the dark, while this fire burns within you?
 - I know not of seeking; I was simply born in the cold, amidst pale winds and white giants.