A moving poem sent by our friend|
I was fat and fully loaded, dropping down,
loaded down with grief and fruits of old desire,
dropping down and rotting in a mire of leaf
from springtime's green and ancient need.
When I loved before, I always was in need;
but last year, dying, I gave up need for being,
let go grief and trying, presently am seeing
in this rotted soil, this humus, now, a seed,
lifting up in pale sheen of veiling dew
a frail green stem with two small leaves like wings
that in the desolation of the morning sings.
One leaf is me and one is you.