My heart is a grey well, a swirling mist, a wind of sighs.
It says to me, finally, in a voice so small,
A voice I had almost forgotten,
“Ah, finally now, you will listen to me.”
Tears roll from my eyes at this unexpected reunion
Of self and Self, of spirit and Spirit.
This is a second childhood of my heart
The ground of my life has been broken
And look, within, a small green shoot of bamboo
Growing towards the light.
Old ways won’t tend this new life
Old paths will not lead me onward
Now is time to be patient and trust
In the still small voice inside my soul
That says you are safe, you are home.