sitting on your rock (which you never claimed)
a meditant among flies
wondering how an experience of you is possible
I listen to the wind,
you are dynamic motion
I listen to the birds,
you are beautiful song
I listen to the flowers,
you are colored brilliance
I listen to the sun,
you are radiance incomparable
I listen to the stones,
you are the foundation of love
I listen to the sky,
you are the stars beyond them
What can save me in the face of this?
Only to free my desire for you,
and listen to what lies beyond even the stars.