the great word of blessendness 
and a feeling of ease 
a cup of the well of freedom 
and a life we joyfully drink 
inside, all was new, but outwards 
nothing had changed 

an 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 season 

in my hand is a new word, 
but the word is still 
without body 

a hidden life-stream that 
swells in the deep 
will soon give the word 
a second face