The Tunnel, my own dwelling,

Is bathed in a warm orange-yellow glow

I often see it when I close my eyes

My view is from the entrance

It has been there as long as I can recall

The light is gentle and familiar

At times I feel a strong desire to find it

A tiny pinpoint of light in the distance

Seems to be moving ahead of me

I can see a figure

Running towards the pinpoint,

It is a human figure,

Like a stick figure

Somehow it always reaches the end

Just blocking my view!

There are times when I can call up this image

The vision of the running figure never changes

Now I sometimes attempt to close the gap

Between the pinpoint and my location

Then I wonder where I shall be?

It seems that it will just remain this way

As my spirit enters this tunnel and

Runs towards the light

Just behind the tiny figure

Then, shall I know who is leading this adventure?

Probably...

It will be me!

Nori

Jan. 2005

The Tunnel