When your eyes Pause on the ball That hangs on the third branch from a star, You remember why it got dark And why it is getting light again. The Earth (like the heart) leans back in its seat And, like that, it travels along an orbit Drawn in the darkness. Unpolished pearl In sky-black Palm of hands Flickering sun-flame. You remember That you are yourself a light-bearer, Who receives her radiance from others.