Flowers, after their

Nature, whirl away in the wind.

Spilled water, after its nature,

Flows together at the lowest point.

Those who are of one being

Can never stop thinking of each other.

-- Li Ch'ing Chao (trans. K. Rexroth)

You who are my Star, gaze at the stars.

Would that I might become the sky,

So I might see you with many eyes.

-- anonymous ancient Greek poet (trans. L. George)

All night she watches

the tree-tops framed

in the open window.

Her hand warms

the egg of moonstone

he gave to her.

Sometimes,

the leaves whisper.

Arcturus never blinks.