kneel  breathless
in the temple
at the edge
of the vast
pool of insight

know nothing
be unshaped

you can be
the lens
and the light
the day
and the night
the shrine
and the worshipping
acolyte

let loose
the hounds
of the heart
let them howl
with abandon
let them hunt
in the night
let them hold
the boundaries
of the light
their bark is yours
and so is their bite

jy is volbring
‘n groeiende
lewende
polsende
ding
swem uit
duik in
spartel los
en spring
gil of sing
dit wat jy kry
is dit wat jy bring

hier sit ons
drietjies
op die stoep
die dag sal kom
wat ons moet groet
maar vir nou
bak ons saam
in die warm gloed
van ‘n somermiddag

die koel wind is soet
ons lywe klop vol bloed
my harte, skep moed
waar ons saam sit
bly die lewe goed

verweef
deur die dreuning
van reuse masjiene
‘n flikkerende stroom

hierdie oes
is die wieg
van volgende jaar
se droom
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woven
through the rumble
of giant machines
a flickering stream

this harvest
is the cradle
of next year’s
dream

die son
streel winterlig
teen brose
grashalms op
‘n goue lem
geslyp op
die yswind
se strop

ember waits
on the ice cold ground
no living flame
to bring light and sound

ember waits
for the dawn wind to come
to feed breath and tinder
so she may leap and run