Under Weeping Lights

Under the weeping lights
On holy temple grounds
I meditate to float from pain
I worship death to live
And I sleep on a bed of vapour
On the edge of a cloud
Where a silent pool
Mirrors the stars
And draws red lights on its surface
In sleep, I too draw my strength
I too know my strength
Gathered from the wind
Where my voice is echoed
In every swaying tree
And even then
You can feel each leaf whisper
In my soft tones
My roar in the bark
And each flower calling
With the sweet fragrance
Of my sorrow