Such utter belief,
I found it hard to resist
Suspending my own—
he holds his world with such ease.
Then she who had been my wise teacher
in the past
Came and stood at the foot of my bed,
calling, "Child...
I have come to say goodbye to you
at long last
For I join The Great Intelligence
this same night
There, where the substance of all shadows
is pure light..."
Which vanished, as I wept in the dark,
blind and wild.
Not too much light left,
I collect the candle's tears.
Prodigal before
of the sun and its seasons