You can find it in the drumbeat of a Shaman

Or within trees which possess doorways of hope

A certain stone can transport terrestrials

A mirror reflects what we know

 

A panorama roars into our psyche

While smells of childhood sear on our souls

The music we know the words to

even though we've never heard it before

 

We write a poem sacred in its rawness

Visit churches on a weekday and find fear

I see you walk down chalk streams and fly

While I have my heart to a horses' ear

 

The old dog waits for the moment of death

Whist, a new life, is laid on a chest

You and I make love in its truthful state

I look into a blind man's eyes and

recognise what he sees

 

The moment when loved ones, already gone

Contact you with their favourite song

Or you drive late at night, missing home

But mostly suffering, when we are alone, 

we witness the fragile echoes of pain  

and learn to cradle it before it goes