There is great hunger beneath the surface

To sate, we must turn off the mind’s furnace

Well cooked thoughts are sent across the screen

Unless consumed by memory, they’re never again seen

Inner hunger becomes a bridge

To escape the mind’s sales pitch

That hunger can be used as a ruse

To draw awareness from the world’s changing news

On the journey, we will forget our hunger

As we encounter an enchanting wonder

Roots spreading across the sky

To reach them we must travel in and high

Dropping hunger, thirst and bodily cares

And the mind we’ve cultivated over the years

The freshness of the inner world becomes the seed

The fruit to come will make us shun all greed