You asked me what’s my minimum.
The least I can survive
The fast to which my self must come
So that our love can live
Love’s math is not zero sum
I get more than I give.

The answer to your question is
My minimum must hang
In the place called paradox
Where yin turns into yang

Where minimum and maximum
Are two words for the same
Where one grows small so one grows all
To wax the one must wane

Where waning is no sacrifice
Because these two are one
And my retreat does you entice
To be all that you can

I try to hold my love inside
No talk no taste no touch
I try to give you room to ride
Out from my love’s too much

So please remember every time
You wish you had a note
You’d be rich with just one dime
For each one that I wrote

For each one written in my mind
Or printed on a page
But never seen, so love stayed blind
And gave your life its stage

To give you room to live your life
To let your hawk’s heart soar
Your heart needs space to make love rife
My heart knows less is more