In my most hopeless days
lost in pitch black caves
there’s waterfalls
and dripping stone walls.
It’s so perfect and amazing
so you may only naively believe
there’s waterfalls
and all perspectives.
When you see the light
or go for walks at night
there’s waterfalls
but you can stay dry.
In the universe
or in the death and birth
I always wonder
at each, my mother.
Right before I die
or start to tell a lie
there is a spark
drowned out.
In my heart’s hiding place
there is a moonlit lake
and there are waterfalls
on the way down there.