I want you to simplify me with your love. Like the gratitude of paddy field to rain, with which it grew rice.
I want you to simplify me with your love. Like the prayer said by grass for the soil, which gave it life and in turn, enlivens.
I want you to simplify me with your love. Like works of the sun: rising-setting, giving names to morning, noon, eve and night.
If you see a hawk
on a bough at field's edge
beyond the corner you should have turned
maybe it's a sign to go on.
Such as during an improvisation on
Flamingo or I've Got You Under My Skin
you play in the wrong key or mode completely
maybe it's a sign to go on, in the wrong key.
Or when my sons cry not wanting
to be alone, I'm upstairs writing
or just enjoying trees in every direction
it too may be a sign to go on alone.
Sweet chubby cheeks
Small flower blossoming around
sending the love and the spring's spirit around, you smell like sun-flower
surrounded by rabbits running in their field, happily eating their carrots, and fishes swim deep in the oceans, happily swimming and greeting, kissing the pure soul of yours, I hope I get to see you again carrying you and biting those cheeks.
To the next one to love her,
some unsolicited advice:
1. I may be the first,
but I will not be the last.
2. She deserves more than
she says, and you need
to know that.
I built my home in her heart
and that was my mistake.
My world shook with every
sip she took, and the roof
wasn’t enough to shelter me.
3. Be strong and be brave.
She will love you like lightning,
so don’t be afraid of the rain.
Be hopeful and be kind.
What comes next is better
than sunshine in Seattle.
I wish you the best.