the great word of blessendness

and a feeling of ease

a cup of the well of freedom

and a life we joyfully drink

inside, all was new, but outwards

nothing had changed



an escapade,

then to the altar to

evaluate all parts

of the great mystery

but all remains

on the same spot,

no signs of a new season



in my hand is a new word,

but the word is still

without body



a hidden life-stream that

swells in the deep

will soon give the word

a second face