I live between two worlds,
with my pain I weave the bridge.

In on I am, in one I wish,
in both I drip blood stitch by stitch.

If you want to know where I am,
look for the intention behind the font,
outreach of what we want,
the tension in what we don't,
when we reach out for the water in the pond.

To sip from the stillness's flow,
one must stand and one must go.

For that's the contract between the living and the soul.