…the endless knot… the holy grove…
…the threshold… the place beyond…
…I enter, like a newborn child…
Embracing the eternal
Like a consuming fire
the knowledge grows
when it's cleft
Though still patchworked
yet flooding
the creating touch
washing away the vile.
Embracing the ancient
while trees gently whisper
those intimate
longed-for words
The great wheel
is still revolving
with untouchable sovereignty
so invulnerable
Into the sacred grove I drown
The endless knot draws me into.
Тhe fire of hearts, the place beyond
Then I'll be born
then I'll be renewed.
…naked spirit… bare…