Being

Silent comrade of the distances,

Know that space dilates with your own breath;

ring out, as a bell into the Earth

from the dark rafters of its own high place –

then watch what feeds on you grow strong again.

Learn the transformations through and through:

what in your life has most tormented you?

If the water’s sour, turn it into wine.

Our senses cannot fathom this night, so

be the meaning of their strange encounter;

at their crossing, be the radiant centre.

And should the world itself forget your name

say this to the still earth: I flow.

Say this to the quick stream: I am.