I withered and dried up
into an autumn song of leaves.
Through the desolate earth
I heard my lover’s voice rising,
a wind passing through my ribs
From the gray sky a lightning fell,
striking my body into a wild flame.
as through the desolate earth
my voice kept crackling and howling,
a fiery breath reaching the far horizon
an echo in the chest of my beloved,
The cold wind blew and rain fell
scattering my remnants far and wide.
No self, I woke,
a light jumping from eye to eye,
bird and air, fish and ocean,
a dancing flame between form and form
melting boundary and heart and soul,
dissolving every face, colour, and movement
into one face, light, and stillness,
and sitting with beggars
before the steps of the temple,
a quivering gift from their empty palms,
a heart empty,
filled with love.
and silence was an endless song.