Introspection

If you go deep Into the heart What do you find there? Fear, fear, Fear of the jaws of the rock, Fear of the teeth and splinters of iron that tear Flesh from the bone, and the moist Blood, running unfelt From the wound, and the hand Suddenly moist and red. If you go deep Into the heart What do you find? Grief, grief, Grief for the life unlived, For the loves unloved, For the child never to be born, Th'unbidden anguish, when the fair moon Rises over still summer seas, and the pain Of sunlight scattered in vain on spring grass. If you go deeper Into the heart What do you find there? Death, death, Death that lets all go by, Lets the blood flow from the wound, Lets the night pass, Endures the day with indifference, knowing that all must end. Sorrow is not forever, ad sense Endures no extremities, Death is the last Secret implicit within you, the hidden, the deepest Knowledge of all you will ever unfold In this body of earth.