Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed and growing sweet-
all this universe, to the furthest stars
and beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.
Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

The perfect blossom is a rare thing.
You could spend your whole life looking for one,
and it would not be a wasted life.


To know life in every breath,
in every cup of tea.

"Out of suffering emerge the strongest souls.
The most massive characters are seared with scars."
- Kahlil Gibran -

There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and
open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window

Face that lights my face,
you spin intelligence into these particles I am.
Your wind shivers my tree.
My mouth tastes sweet with your name in it.
You make my dance daring enough to finish.
Let fruit fall and wind turn my roots up in the air,
done with patient waiting.