but
at last I draw near there is no-one there never was
only silver
of ancient feeling — in free warmth over forehead and shoulders

oh
this weightless
field — in its shining to heaven

this
is soul of solitude like a glimmer of shyness
existing all round
and free it shines white by my side
but purity is brought forth — simply — through purity itself
the field
manifestly
(still just like
a field for heaven)
glows with it — to itself

what
of other things? for the shining pierced through
in order — to love
as it were some angel — all around — my unimpededness
creating thus
the place of chastity:
— whatever winds there may be dark departures or lives
this is quieter than the god of quiet!
there
in the silence
blue

1984