He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.
Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.
The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.
The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.
There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.
There is a pledge of the big and of the small in the infinite.
I can see myself before myself—A being through dark scenery.
Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.
Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.
He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.