undaunted by swift arrows
a gazelle leaps
back into my heart
and the blue heron lifts me
with wings of ecstasy,
a god has awakened

now, where was I, oh,
I am writing a poem
about three lonely serpents
in the garden of good and evil,
everything is glowing
in eleven hundred shades of green,
it is raining softly or maybe my tears
are falling and the sea
ruins me

or maybe it's the story of a painting
inside one amazing brushstroke waiting
to be surrendered:
the devil's brilliant art
and god's manifestation
dying into sound
into the word,
into love

come, my Beloved,
loosen your tongue and
die with me
everything is dying
and the light
is love
and the water
seeks us.