Sacred
music unsounding
I
stare at you
flowers,
roots of the grass. A woman
defaced
I
stand before the true altar
listening
ever for the voice of gods
Weeds
everywhere
the
neigh of pursuing horses
My
life of devotion
ignorant
of evil
At
sight of the mute solemn stone
my
heart begins to bleed
Teach
us how to love
Facing
earth’s molesters
facing
the furious dying father
He
has cleft the place that oppressed him with darkness
Tell
us! how can we unfurl into
the day
the
banner of joyous purple fir
Birds
and we embrace
Buildings
stand erect. Lionesses bless herbivores
Babies
kick in the bellies of men
like
rivers on a rampage dividing the land
Holy
spring! In my blood there‘s
an altar-stone onto which music descends
Worship!
Soil, petals of glass
the
pinnacle! There my heart
registers
simple songs of the sky
All
things on earth revive ten thousand times from death
Now,
my heart, pray for them all