Tree

A tree beside the sandyRiver-beachHolds up its topmost boughsLike fingers towards the skiesThey cannot reach,Earth-bound, heaven-amorous.This is the soul of man.Body and brainHungry for earthour heavenly flight detain.

The Silence

Though the air is full of singingmy head is loudwith the labor of words.Though the season is richwith fruit, my tonguehungers for the sweet of speech.Though the beech is goldenI cannot stand beside itmute, but must say”It is golden,” while the leavesstir...

The Beloved Comes Home

The one I longed for has come home;The raging fire of separation is quenched.Now I rejoice with Him, I sing in bliss.The peacocks at the cloud’s roarDance with unbound joy;I rejoice in ecstasyAt the sight of my Beloved.I am absorbed in His love;My misery of...