There is a motionless tree
                                                 there is another that moves forward
                                                                 a river of trees
                                                 pounds at my chest
                                                                 The green swell
                                                 of good fortune

                                                 You are dressed in red
                                                                 you are
                                                 the seal of the burning year
                                                 carnal firebrand
                                                                 star of fruit
                                                 I eat the sun in you

                                                                 The hour rests
                                                 on a chasm of clarities

                                                 The birds are a handful of shadows
                                                 their beaks build the night
                                                 their wings sustain the day

                                                 Rooted at the light's peak
                                                 between stability and vertigo
                                                                 you are
                                                         the diaphanous balance.

Perhaps to love is to learn to walk through this world. To learn to be silent like the oak and the linden of the fable. To learn to see. Your glance scattered seeds. It planted a tree. I talk because you shake its leaves.

The water hollowed the stone, the wind dispersed the water, the stone stopped the wind. Water and wind and stone.

                    The wind sculpted the stone,
                    the stone is a cup of water,
                    The water runs off and is wind.
                    Stone and wind and water.

                    The wind sings in its turnings,
                    the water murmurs as it goes,
                    the motionless stone is quiet.
                    Wind and water and stone.

                    One is the other and is neither:
                    among their empty names
                    they pass and disappear,
                    water and stone and wind.