and the tiny ecstacy flowers
and the
"one more day to come"
appears

from out of the "mystery"
we know so well

--

we were killing eachother
trying to love

--

how could we love?

how could we call what we did "love?"

--

and then we simply let ourselves die
but we didnt die
and so we live
and now we love

--

tiny ecstatic flowering
our soul oneness
shines
within whoever

comes here