WHEN ALL the strings of my life will be tuned, my Master, then at every touch of thine will come out the music of love.

SHE LEFT ME her flower of smile
taking my fruit of pain.
She clapped her hands and said,
she had won.
The noon had eyes like the mad,
red thirst raged in the sky.
I opened the basket and found
the flower dead.

THE TREE is a winged spirit
released from the bondage of seed,
pursuing its adventure of life
across the unknown.