In our souls everything
moves guided by a mysterious hand.
We know nothing of our own souls
that are ununderstandable and say nothing.
The deepest words
of the wise man teach us
the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows
or the sound of the water when it is flowing.
Quoted in The Enlightened Heart, edited by Stephen Mitchell
Yes, there is someplace
a deep place,
a lonely place.
Unreachable, unexplainable,
and mysterious in me that
longs for you.
When the air feels still
and a cool soothing breeze
suddenly brushes my face,
I know, in my heart, that
you are aware of this longing.
The Dogwood has bloomed
outside my window
and my feet long to feel
the fresh lively earth.
It is in the shower of
pink, yellow, and white blossoms
that I imagine you.
You twirling and smiling as
if there has never been
any pain. no,
only rapture, only love.
Hydeh Aubon (3/29/07)