I do not wage war, yet I cannot find peace;
and I fear, yet I hope; and I burn, yet I am ice;
And I fly above the sky, yet lie on the earth;
And I hold nothing, yet embrace the world.
It has me suspended in prayer, ajar,
Not held solely, or loosened from its snare;
Nor does love anchor me, or lash me,
It doesn't kill me or want me alive;
I see without eyes, have no tongue, nor cry;
And I long to perish, yet cry for help;
And I hate myself, yet love others.
I weep with pain, and cry with laughter,
at a world unbearable in death or in life;
I am in this state my love, because of you.
