Swept up at every meeting,
Scattered at every leavetaking.
Welcome!
Drink!
Drink Boldly!
Wine from the garden.

Enter!
If the light has failed, light the lamp of the moon.

Let my pupil pluck a rose from your garden,
Ensnared in the thickets of your hair.

The crescent vessel of the moon
Halts in its voyage across the over-ocean.

The roots of the world are entwined in the wind,
And in the smile of the rose there is no constancy.

Swept up at every meeting,
Scattered at every leavetaking.
A tongue, a tongue,
A poem humming in its flesh.

At dawn I heard the tongue of the invisible.