For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.

It was the love of love, the love of swallows up all else, a grateful love, a love of natural, of people, of animals, a love ingengering gentleness and goodness that moved meand that I saw in you

You have the chicken, the hen, and the rooster. The chicken goes with the hen So who is having sex with the rooster?

The Moon, the dried weeds and the Pleiades - Seven feet tall the dark, dried weed stalks make a part of the night a red lace on the milky blue sky

In summer, the song sings itself.

Love is unworldly and nothing comes of it but love.

But the sea which no one tends is also a garden