I am within myself, mindful of all that passes, heeding naught but that which is unspoken, unheard, unthought. I am the breach from time first cut, where all of mold did of end foretold. Within me lies the burgeoning of life and the essence of heart‘s desire. The song of life in strength abides, to me the lark has quietly passed. Were I to awaken you to me, your life would once again return to place. The giants ponder all that is with all the sense that can be made. With little breath I bare abide, mystery wrapped in thoughts unmade. I wait, for when you awaken, you will have fulfilled your need to be. Pierced and bled of all desire, we abide the calm of frugal hunger. Together we embrace the stillness and whisper nothing into the midst. Our love which once was torrent, is now at source complete.