Declaration of a Recluse

The light may filter through here
But the sound is kept out.
I create that here.
I create the wind that circulates,
It's all that remains when I meditate.
Then I open my eyes to darkness
Commend the light for feebly filtering through.
It will never find a home where I am
And I don't need it to know that I am in the center.
I am the God of this universe.
I am all that shines in this place.