THE BEGINNING

(Modified Version)

Sometimes simplicity rises

Like a blossom of fire

From your own skin.

You were there in the beginning

you heard the story, you heard the merciless

and tender words telling you where you had to go.

Exile is never easy and the journey

itself leaves a bitter taste. But then

when you heard that voice, you had to go.

You couldn’t sit by the fire, you couldn’t live

so close to the live flame of that compassion

you had to go out into the world and make it your own

so you could come back with

that flame in your voice, saying listen…

this warmth, this unbearable light, this fearful love…

It is all here, it is all here.