When I am the space between the grains
of sand I shall revive myself to show my spirit
once more, to those who are in the desert
thirsty for cooling winds and the green
of living trees, instead of scorching
I will have you think strongly enough
of refreshing baths, beneath the starlight
in your homeland, your cradle, your Self.
When I am the space between the grains
of life I will nourish like wheat in the wind.
