Thread of Life

I saw the thread,
the pouring liquid
of life

through rivers
through the veins
of stars
and white
mountain peaks.

All spoke this song.

The gold fire
of the sun
touches the face
of the moon
and turns milky
before touching
my own face.

The veins of a stone
in my veins.

This same song
this rolling thread-

my heart beats with
the stone song
with river-blood
with sky vastness
and with the
changing brightness
of the sun.

I saw this thread
and lost my own face,
no longer apart from
the world.