Come!
Just listen.
We know a way from
your scene
to the Unseen. You've
lived too long in that
gloomy house. This
path leads to a garden that will lift
you right out of your self.
The gardener is an old friend,
the cyptress and jasmine, too.
Every day
we come and gather
a hundred blossoms
here to scatter
among you.
Don't worry, there
are no hidden motives,
just too much love
blooming to
keep for ourselves.
These words are fragrance escaping
from this garden. See
how the world is softened
by their sweetness. Hear
them whisper,
Come! Come! It
really is like this!
When we first caught
the scent, it
swept us away, then
gave us greatness.
And even if we are
nothing more than
servants of love now,
take care! Like love,
we wait in ambush.
