and being is full of peace.
Your translation of Lao-tse can be right or wrong—an open book
speaks today as an open butterfly and in the pollen
movement meets immobility in the same way.
The spring breeze flows through our hair and clothes.
If I speak, it is because the consolation is so much more
than ourselves waiting for it: waters breaking in from everywhere,
the tent roof taking flight in the clear night of Lapland,
necklaces falling shattered: phrases, life and wisdom.