You are the keystone and the axis
pole of salt becoming word
In thunder speak,
and silence
Bowl of rice and empty road
In our courage seek to praise you
nostrils wide with ranging smell
Sting of camphor,
honeysuckle
holy Name
sounding bell
You are the keystone and the axis
pole of salt becoming word
In thunder speak,
and silence
Bowl of rice and empty road
In our courage seek to praise you
nostrils wide with ranging smell
Sting of camphor,
honeysuckle
holy Name
sounding bell