Surely the holy one is not deaf
Surely the holy one is not deaf.
He hears the delicate bells that ring
On the feet of an insect as it walks.
He hears the delicate bells that ring
On the feet of an insect as it walks.
Into my life You came like a storm of monsoon
banging down from the eastern sky.
And You scattered me, like the wind disperses
dry grass and the petals of flowers.
Out of myself You scattered me into Nothingness,
Beyond the Nowhere, beyond the Beyond.