Your world is a branching spray of light filling your hands, but
your heaven is in my secret heart; it slowly opens its buds in
shy love.



LXXXII

I will utter your name, sitting alone among the shadows of my
silent thoughts.

I will utter it without words, I will utter it without purpose.

For I am like a child that calls its mother an hundred times,
glad that it can say "Mother."



LXXXIII

I

I feel that all the stars shine in me. The world breaks into my
life like a flood.

The flowers blossom in my body. All the youthfulness of land and
water smokes like an incense in my heart; and the breath of all
things plays on my thoughts as on a flute.