In Search of A Pure Heart

Through the warm sunshine of spring

Through the soft moonlight of waxing crescent,

Clearing a path through the mist of the blue hills,

We keep coming back again and again -

We, the female children of the black Earth.

Inside the heart of the vibrating blackness-

Our only companions are

Lightning, thunder, fire, water and the wind.

At the end of our dusty long journey

Blazing fire awaits to consume us,

Unforgiving water awaits to engulf us,

Devastating cyclone awaits to destroy us.

Beyond our deaths, we again meet

The same empty blackness of space.

Yet we come back again and again

Swimming tirelessly through

The endless ocean of time-

Why? What do we want to find?

We want to find a pure heart

Shining like a bright star

Through the stony darkness of desire.

We want to get the miracle touch of love,

The touch which will revive

All the dead dreams lost into the ocean of oblivion.

When those dreams will rise up

Like the immortal birds of creation,

Then our restless souls

Will calm down

And rest forever.