You shall rise beyond your words but
your path shall remain
a rhythm for lovers and for all who are beloved
and a fragrance for those who would live life in a garden
But you shall rise beyond your words to a summit whereupon the stardust falls,
and you shall open your hands until they are filled
then you shall lie down and sleep like a white fledgling in a white nest,
And you shall dream of your tomorrow as
white violets dream of spring
You shall seek the lost fountain-heads of the streams,
and you shall be a hidden cave echoing the faint voices of the depths which now
you do not even hear
You shall go down deeper than your words, deeper than all sounds
To the very heart of the earth…..
...we are but roots between the dark earth and the moving heavens
All roots are shy.
They have hidden their hearts for so long that they know not what to do with
their hearts
But May shall come, and May is a restless virgin
and she shall mother the hills and the plains..