If you
go deep
Into the heart
What do you find
there?
Fear, fear,
Fear of the jaws of the
rock,
Fear of the teeth and splinters of iron that
tear
Flesh from the bone, and the moist
Blood,
running unfelt
From the wound, and the hand
Suddenly
moist and red.
If you go deep
Into the heart
What
do you find?
Grief, grief,
Grief for the life
unlived,
For the loves unloved,
For the child never
to be born,
Th'unbidden anguish, when the fair
moon
Rises over still summer seas, and the pain
Of
sunlight scattered in vain on spring grass.
If you go
deeper
Into the heart
What do you find
there?
Death, death,
Death tht lets all go
by,
Lets the blood flow from the wound,
Lets the
night pass,
Endures the day with indifference, knowing
that all must end.
Sorrow is not forever, ad
sense
Endures no extremities,
Death is the last
Secret implicit within you, the hidden, the
deepest
Knowledge of all you will ever unfold
In
this body of
earth.