我
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. It is for small needs it never asks, or knows, or remembers.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer - by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.
The waterfall sings, “I find my song when I find my freedom.”
Make me thy cup, that I may hold thy wine to the brim for thee and for thine.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
Night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, “I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.”