Strap my back my arms and bind me
block my ears and blind me
but you will not touch the space inside
with your fearful hands
This is the white room, the dancing room
saved only for one to join me
Keep us apart, brand my tongue
and Chiron rises who healing with tears from his own scars
pouring them on the wounds of others
but knows there is no cure for his state
A dancing space where the light traces the loss on my heart
and carves out such pure space
They all seem so far now, beyond the dance,
watching with wonder, concern, love
not understanding the reasons or sensing the rhymne
from whence the life derives
Which cancels out fear
and thought for what is now and to come
the song which sings because it can
and transforms to gold where it touches
Only one crosses the void, always was, and is, and will be
Let them be in awe
Yes, I'm in awe. This demands a barrowload of positive adjectives, but I couldn't praise it highly enough if I tried. A's for every element! Superb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Varahi Lusch smiles...