Something ancient
is speaking
beckoning to us
from beyond time.
A communion, bountiful,
without name
without form.
A darkness demanding
that we listen
without fear.
In encountering this voice,
waiting, beyond thought,
images will be born
movement will arise,
revealing a path
to something unfathomable,
beyond self
where solitude
is transformed.
Christel Hansson
translation: Peter Dahlgren
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