Someone Digging in the Ground

An eye is meant to see things
The soul is here for its own joy
Mysteries are not to be solved
The eye goes blind to see why not
A lover is always accused of something
But when he finds his love
Whatever was lost in the looking
Comes back completely changed

Still each pilgrim kisses the black stone there
with pure longing
Feeling in the surface the taste of the lips he wants
This talk is like stamping new coins
They pile up
While the real work is being done outside
By someone digging in the ground

An eye is meant to see things
The soul is here for its own joy
And love
Love is for vanishing into the sky



Credits
Writer(s): Colin Sallinger
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