The Heart's Mountains

Jamie Woon

Abandoned bare
On the heart's mountains, look
How small there, look
The last little village of words and higher
But also how small
A last homestead of feeling
Familiar to you
Abandoned bare on the heart's mountains

Rock base under your hands
True, something blossoms here from silent erosion
An unknowing herb breaks into blossom singing
But the knowing man
He who began to walk but is silent now
Abandoned bare on the heart's mountains
On the heart's mountains

Exposed on the mountains of the heart
See how small there, see?
The last hamlet of words and higher
And yet so small
A last homestead of feeling
Do you recognise it?
Exposed on the heart's mountains

On the heart's mountains
On the heart's mountains
On the heart's mountains
On the heart's mountains
On the heart's mountains
On the heart's mountains
On the heart's mountains
On the heart's mountains
On the heart's mountains