The void is too little with us; punctual and later,
giving and saving, we store up our powers for
all we see in darkness that defies us.
We have taken our hearts back- a joyful gift!
This sky that covers her heart to the sun-
the winds that are still, do not run
and are scattered now like waking seeds.
For this, for all, we are in sync; It moves us so!
Great Goddess, I’d rather be
every one of these dead, unknown to me.