Onion…

Onion…
As you peel, I reveal…

The sheaths of skin
Is the same for a pauper and a king !

Your search to know the core
leads to ‘nothingness’ without a shore…

For the weaker,
the tears that flow, is in despair of ‘finding nothing’;

For the Seeker, the tears beholden the glowing rim of revelation that ‘nothing’ cannot be found’…

I am part of your everyday food
As a reminder of your innate good…