May I become hollow like the reed, so You may play your melody through me.
For I long to be attuned to the great Song of the Cosmos,
to know the song of inner praise!
O, that I might hear the divine melody within my soul
and give birth to a dancing star!
Nothing
in the world
is usual today.
This is
the first morning.
Come quickly -- as soon as
these blossoms open,
they fall.
This world exists
as a sheen of dew on flowers.