HOLD

O what kind of matter am I
 

that your glance cuts and shapes me?
 

What kind of soul and what kind of light
 

and what kind of amazing phenomenon am I
 

that in the mist of emptiness
 

I can walk around
 

the gentle slopes of your fertile body?
 

And like the word
 

entering into an enlightened mind
 

I can enter into its mysteries...