Your saying 'I do not understand you' is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
When you are born, your work is placed in your heart.
You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.
Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.