Because messengers of the heart have gone
poets of the true have gone, lovers have gone
people as ordinary as I, have dared to speak
of subtleties of love and much I do not understand

Because people have labeled pure greed as sense
called self-worship sense, labeled status as sense
my poems are from a wordless magic of love
from stillness and from grass so insanely green

Because those who crave living have of life despaired
the poor have despaired, the gentle have despaired
Like many taller than me, I have chosen grace instead
and if light now shines within me, it shines for you

Because there is no way to reach a distant soul
to lighten a soul, to embrace a soul,
I dip my poems in a nectar of love and tiny prayers
breathing visions of joy into the soul of your life