Crazy Da Must Sing
There is a force of loneliness around my heart.
It is not a mood that rises sometimes
in my life.
It is a force-the power of the world itself.
It is all that surrounds me,
all that counters my desire.
When I turn toward the Heart,
before I understand,
I stand in a field of loneliness
that sees the things
I look at all the worlds through
the ring of power that draws
around the brows.
My heart becomes sorrowful,
and I am afraid.
This is the crucial clarity of man.
When he sees it, then he understands.
He turns and draws it through
like a string around a beaded sack,
like a cord that holds his solid trouser up
He draws it with him in the heart,
And all things fall to nothing
In a joy.