Till now you are still sleeping
In deep and cherished dark
Unconscious of the outside
That is the same as in

Then breeze will softly rustle
And words will tender touch
The lighter, softer places
In all the harsh dense shells

And when in that dark darkness
The light becomes a star
That shines so bright and dazzling
As raging blazing fire 

Then Consciousness will kiss
what lies and waits within
And Consciousness awakes
and holds herself and laughs …