the star, the child, the light returns
the darkness will not win completely nor will the green dragon entirely devour the sun
what is this softness that will not take no for an answer
that penetrates and masses like love
in an empty heart?
Buddha has seen the morning star dawns purple and then gold in the snowy mountains
your hands flicker like sunlight among candles
children
sit down in the streets they buy peace with their blood
it shines on the gloomy pavement
our prayers
envelope us like a crystal sphere in which we all are moving
