Three empty hands

a red ribbon unites me
and the heart of the mountain

I realise myself in the stone
the heavy mist of the morning
covers my ascent

Miwayama

I bathe in the fresh current of the mountain
under falling water

the stones of the mountain sound in me
I open the hands touch the stone
three empty hands in the stone of the mountain

the sound of three chalices fulfil the space
three empty hands
three white veins

the scent of heaven falls into the stone
the mirror unfolds its mystery
the light of the earth

three empty hands

may a golden ribbon from the heart of the earth
be unite with the lips of my feet

may every stride let flow the golden chant of my heart
from the lips of my feet into the earth
as if the promise may find its redeeming word

may a wind free the right of the hearts
and the mirror lighten the misty hazes

may the red of the morning arise
its breath in the hearts

may the eternal dance of the light flow in thy veins
and moisten thy eyes with the fire of realisation

thy biggest gift is thy awakening
and a present to Heaven and Earth

three empty hands

the bound wind opens its loop