You Can Crush The Flowers, But You

Love Has To Be…flowering Like The Stars, And Measureless As A Kiss.

Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands. Give Us This Day Our Daily Fish.

I Had No More Alphabet Than The Journeying Of The Swallows, The Pure And Tiny Water Of The Small, Fiery Bird That Dances Rising From The Pollen.

The Morning Is Full Of Storm In The Heart Of Summer. The Clouds Travel Like White Handkerchiefs Of Goodbye, The Wind, Travelling, Waving Them In Its Hands. The Numberless Heart Of The Wind Beating Above Our Loving Silence. Orchestral And Divine, Resounding Among The Trees Like A Language Full Of Wars And Songs.

Your Wide Eyes Are The Only Light I Know From Extinguished Constellations.