The great word

Of blessendness


And a feeling of ease


A cup of the well of freedom and 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 a body




A hidden life stream


That swells in the deep

Will soon give


The word a second face




In my hand is a new word


But the word is


Still without a body

In my hand is a new word


But the word is


Still without a body