Devoid of words
Dissolved in dream
The goblet of life only touched
In a wake
My throat filled with poison
My body and flesh disintegrated
My soul drunk empty
Burned and scorched
Too hot – all past
Yearning
Abandoned and discarded
Seed planted in the mire
Now as I feel
I am a person and also wish to speak
I will kneel at the foot of the mountain
Bless the sea with words
Which wind has called me
Which clown had derided me
I do not need the name
I will not call out
Neither will I ever hear an answer
The dream has led me
And I will follow it into the glowing fire.
