…who straddles an abyss,
and dances a rhythm not of this world,
who was burned and drowned
but who still returned.
Who goes straight, won’t vacillate,
who fell, but stood again, lame,
who heard the unheard of,
is spontaneously trained.
Who can’t forget what is to come,
is speechless from being spoken to,
blind from gazing at the sun.
Too raw to be seen, too subtle to perceive,
too sharp to be felt, too blunt to receive,
too bitter to be tasted, for the tongue too sweet,
too acrid to be smelt, for the eye too complete.