Question Mark

In the resounding calm from which you come,
Go down to the shrine, immerse yourself till you are alone.
Man taken apart, assemble inside you
The foothills of your heart, remember them, and rise
Into your wondering, for in your wondering

A question mark is half of a heart, we try so hard to join them.
A question mark is half of a heart, just leave it open to the world:
Am I a question?

Flowing down from the North, the river is rising
Swollen with the force of memory that you have been hiding.
In the pith of you, a shadow is melting,
Rising through your breast, your emptiness, your eyes
Into your wondering, for in your wondering

A question mark is half of a heart, they open in the autumn,
They grow until they burst apart, the seeds fall out of the bottom.
The pain that holds us all apart is pain we have in common.
A question mark is half of a heart, just leave it open to the world:
Am I a question?