When your eyes
Pause on the ball
That hangs on the third branch from the star
You remember why it is dark and why it gets light again
The earth (like the heart) slopes in its seat
And like that it travels along an eliptical path
Drawn into the darkness
An unpolished pearl in sky-black palm of hand
Flickering sun-flame
And then you remember
That you yourself
You are a light-bearer, a light-bearer
Receiving radiance from others
Flickering sun flames
Unpolished earth in the palm of hand