have studied many times
marble which was chiseled for me—
boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
truth it pictures not my destination
love was offered me and I shrank from its
knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
now I know that we must lift the sail
catch the winds of destiny
they drive the boat.
put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
life without meaning is the torture
restlessness and vague desire—
is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.