When your eyes
Pause on the ball
That hangs on the third branch from a star,
You remember why it got dark
And why it is getting light again.

The Earth, like the heart, slopes in it's seat
And, like that, it travels along an elliptical path
Drawn into the darkness.

An unpolished pearl
In sky-black
Palm of hands
Flickering sun-flame.

And it's then you remember
That you, yourself, you are a light-bearer, a light-bearer
Receiving radiance from others.