Our being here

Our being here

Is a rain falling from the sky of

Splendor into a warm

 mouth of the earth.

It needs nothing other than

Its own fullness.

Here, each drop curves

Itself into a love poetry

And every glass of  wine overflows

With endless ecstasy.

Let the autumn leaves

And the wind wrestle

Until they fall down together

And vanish into light,

into the dust of longing. 

Let this innocent lovemaking

Repeat itself a hundred times

A day!