Absence lies at the heart of everything.
These green mountains rose up to define
an eddy of sky and oxygen. Birds sing
to help us hear the silence. I find
myself looking for something that’s gone.
These green mountains rose up to define
an empty space, the echo of a silent koan.
In the mirror of the thinnest moon, I see
myself looking for something that’s gone.
The stars map out a million ways to be
the person who embraces wind and snow.
In the mirror of the thinnest moon, I see
the one who can endure what she can’t know.
I dive into the night, in dreams pursue
the person who embraces wind and snow.
But in my heart and eyes I carry song,
an eddy of sky and oxygen. Birds sing
the night to teach me what was wrong:
Absence lies at the heart of everything.