Emptiness

From distant past Man has asked "What does it mean?" "What's the goal unseen?" This sad refrain, Of empty pain, Reveals to all A life that's small. As if into an upturned hand Is piled some hard and gritty sand Concealing from the owner's sight A diamond's shimmering radient light. The seeker scans the distant sky, With hope to see some priestly lie, Distracted from present. Look! Within yourself, not musty book.