The ground comes to meets me with a bang,
Of a sudden it is still and quite,
All around is as white, like the center of a light.

Yet there are others here gathered tight
In a circle they stand, glowing warmth
Upwards the strongest force is pulling
Upwards I am pulled
Something deep heralds nay, not right
This force lessens only at the height of my fight

As bright as any light, still the sight
Again the ground meets me with a bang
I awake…. alive.

Today* I spoke to nobody
Nobody spoke to me
Am I **dead ?

I am a wind across the sea
(I am) a flood across the plain
(I am) the roar of the tides
(I am) a stag of seven (pair) tines,
(I am) a dewdrop let fall by the sun
(I am) the fierceness of boards...
(I am) the ninth wave of eternal return
(I am) the grave of every vain hope

Who knows the path of the sun,
The periods of the moon
Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea
Sets in order the mountains, the rivers, the peoples