The Mountain Pine

Around me in the void of night there moves The struggle of uncreate worlds to be, The stars are not the stars, I hear afar The planets’ minstrelsy.

For me there is no time, no space, no depth, No love, no hate, no passionate despair. I face my destiny--to what has been And will be, I am heir.

The vulture sails below me, and across Immeasurable spaces tempests roll. Decay cannot unmake me, I am part Of an eternal whole.