Wisps of light emerge

from the silent sea that is nothing.
The traveller begins the weary journey
of soul and mind --

arise, arise.

Firelight grows soft from ripples

in the ocean to cross and to caress;
the child knows no line nor borders
and moves mountains --

run, run!

Worlds pass by above
and below

in the minds eye they come
and they go;
as leaves to flourish and wither
does the virgin --

grow, grow.

Alone and into lies all sink;

the hollow mouth of uncertainty
wrap around the maiden
and kills the heart --

alight, alight.

Wisps of light dwindle

into the silent sea that is everything.
the traveller hangs up his hat
to dream of another journey --

goodnight, goodnight.

Norrec Nieh