The New Word

The great word

Of blessendness

And a feeling of ease

A cup of the well of freedom and life

We joyfully drink

Inside all was new

But outwards nothing had changedAn escapade

Then to the altar

To evaluate

All parts of the great mystery

But all remains on the same spot

No signs of a

New seasonIn my hand is a new word

But the word is

Still without a bodyA hidden life stream

That swells in the deep

Will soon give

The word a second faceIn my hand is a new word

But the word is

Still without a body

In my hand is a new word

But the word is

Still without a body