The sound of the raving Bird.
Through the water,
The unspoken movement of Current.
(Mighty is the peace that thee seek !)
Through the stone,
The still Foundation immortal.
Through the tree,
The gazing Witness invisible.
(Mighty is the Smoke that thee smell !)
Through the fire,
The Short-cut that cannot be taken.
Through the glass,
The Beauty that only can be fragmented.
(Mighty is the realization of blindness !)
Through the abstract,
The Glass shattered, and the Beauty undisturbed.
“If I have been true !”
“If I have been true !”
For Concrete Silence can be conceived.
