I am left with this need –
to send your way a final word
One that will not wound you,
One that will not confuse you
A word that would make clear
all the sense and senselessness
of this world
Then I would wish to return
I guess that’s why my mouth
remains empty of sound,
I guess that’s why my throat
won’t echo my mind
This muteness is a gift divine
Spirit of Tara 