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) leans back in its seat
 And, like that, it travels along an orbit
 Drawn in the darkness.
 Unpolished pearl In sky-black
 Palm of hands
 Flickering sun-flame.
 You remember
 That you are yourself a light-bearer,
 Who receives her radiance from others