When your eyes pause on the ball 
That hangs on the third branch from the star, 
You remember why it is dark 
And why it gets light again. 
The Earth, like the heart, slopes in it's seat 
And, like that, it travels along an elliptical path 
Drawn into the darkness. 
An unpolished pearl 
In sky-black 
Palm of hand 
Flickering sun-flame. 
And then you remember 
That you, yourself, you are a light-bearer, a light-bearer 
Receiving radiance from others 
Flickering sun-flame. 
Unpolished 
Earth in palm of hand. 
And then you remember 
That you, yourself, you are a light-bearer, a light-bearer 
Receiving radiance from others 
Flickering sun-flame.