I only know I walk like someone Beheld beloved and known

I'm listening yet I don't know
If what I hear is silence
Or God.

I'm listening but I can't tell
If I hear the plain of emptiness echoing
Or a keen consciousness that
At the bounds of the universe
Deciphers and watches me.

I only know I walk like someone
Beheld beloved and known
And because of this I put into my every movement
Solemnity and risk.