At dawn I took your many coloured pigments into my hands,
creating trees, women and men, that have come into being.
Shells are found in the ocean and on the mountains.
There are infinitely many suns and moons.
This is the foundation of all the worlds.
A quest for deeper understanding is sufficient.
All of 'love's wisdom' is within you now.
I cannot escort you to the city of angels,
but I am not afraid of death.
Listen to me,
the universe is one and changeless.
And when is death not present inside our very selves?
For I have never truly lived here, but in your dreams.
Yet it's too soon to explain a universe and all its contents,
whilst your eyes still see this moon, this sun, its light.
Perishable animal, with your blended and moulded shape,
I take you out.
We are not working and thinking in isolation.
The body is anywhere, it is everywhere. Love gives us our functions.
I have considered many things beneath this bridge,
above the countless mortal things I see.
Be still, in your thin damp dress at dawn.
As I anticipate contemporary physics.
Did the universe have a beginning? And if so, how did it begin?
Listen, as I enter your voice, your breath.
I hold your dying face and worship it.
