I open my heart
To find the words
To explain
What i see.
What i feel.
I do not want to go on
Eating the roots of darkness;
Nor do i want to be the inheritor
Of so many misfortunes.
If only you could touch my heart.
And feel its beating.
Your fingertips
Would feel those syllables
Grinding
Like gears
As they pull those words up
From the canyon floor.
To rise up to my very being.
Into those crowned howls
That lie deep in my soul..
Smyon-Pa 