There is sorrow
at the heart of the world,
beautiful and precious.
Rooted in transience,
it whispers why... why...
now slipping by.

There is darkness
in the soul of man,
cold, cruel and blind.
Rooted in fear,
it whispers lies and shadows
ignoring the heart.

There is light
at the root of all things,
brilliant, radiant and true.
Centered in love,
it shouts out now...
now is all there is.