*** (to crawl within)
In the cracks of a stone,
Weeds are hiding their root;
For years, for days and nights,
They crack it open
To show its golden sand-heart.
In the heart of air
Lives a bell,
And it cracks air open -
The light like a beast
Crawls inside to dwell.
Who cracks my heart?
For it is a broken vessel,
Black and sour salt-white,
They fall from the within,
And I stop suddenly.
In the rift within light
There are joy and sorrow,
And another light-before-names,
Who dwells there like the roots of grass,
And there is a place for me.
Weeds are hiding their root;
For years, for days and nights,
They crack it open
To show its golden sand-heart.
In the heart of air
Lives a bell,
And it cracks air open -
The light like a beast
Crawls inside to dwell.
Who cracks my heart?
For it is a broken vessel,
Black and sour salt-white,
They fall from the within,
And I stop suddenly.
In the rift within light
There are joy and sorrow,
And another light-before-names,
Who dwells there like the roots of grass,
And there is a place for me.