Tariki

Around, the world, the earth, the sky: all is.
But is it? Only my perception can tell.
There is this world, this life, the blood that runs
through veins and warms the body to life's spell.

Yet at the same time, nothing is. I am
the hollow vessel wherein life, a breath,
fills emptiness, brings silence into sound,
creates my world and life form out of death.

The movement of your hand, some falling leaves
distract with loveliness, enchant, delight.
Yet when the evenings approach, the darkness
is wrestling fiercely in the fight with light.

Night will arrive, as sun and moon will circle,
infallible the rise and fall of flesh!
And when my eyes are closed to earth and sky,
life will leap boundlessly again afresh.