in tangled brambles of time

     all attention eying, hearing

     o tortured soul o animal feeling

     the candle and i are one

     burning

     yearning for the light

     no might-have-been's betraying
 
 

     Elders call the self to answer

     "Know thy own voice

     that sounds the truth

     on one candle burning."
 
 

     my heart sits

     on the branch of yonder tree

     perched like a bird

     waiting...