Underneath

Underneath the dark skies

Are the trees

Underneath the fruit trees

Are the birds

Underneath the grey birds

Are the flowers

Underneath the sleeping flowers –

Is the earth

 

Underneath the heavens

Are the mortals

Underneath the mortals

Are their hearts

Underneath the hearts

Are springs of longing

Underneath the longing

Are the Arms

 

This in a mirror darkly do we see –

For we have yet to comprehend what’s underneath