When your eyes
Pause on the ball
That hangs on the third branch from the sun,
You remember why it is dark
And why it gets light again.
The earth (like the heart)
Slopes in its seat
And like that
It travels along an elliptical path
Drawn into the darkness.
An unpolished pearl
In the sky black palm of hands.
Flickering sun flame.
And then you remember
That you, yourself
You are a light-bearer, a light-bearer
Receiving radiance from others.
Flickering sun flame.
Unpolished earth
In the palm of hand.
Pause on the ball
That hangs on the third branch from the sun,
You remember why it is dark
And why it gets light again.
The earth (like the heart)
Slopes in its seat
And like that
It travels along an elliptical path
Drawn into the darkness.
An unpolished pearl
In the sky black palm of hands.
Flickering sun flame.
And then you remember
That you, yourself
You are a light-bearer, a light-bearer
Receiving radiance from others.
Flickering sun flame.
Unpolished earth
In the palm of hand.