The Falling

A blossom falls
 And in its falling
 A pear appears
 The body is atoms
 Spun from a thread of mystery
 And in its spinning
 The guest appears
 Face all radiance
 A country of brightness
 And there is no word
 For this Love that I feel
 There is no word
 There is no word for this love
 There is no word
 There is no word for this love
 There is no word
 For unborn mystery's love
 A sun, a moon
 A staircase of light
 All of these dwell
 Within the body
 A seeming birth
 A seeming death
 And in between a single pause
 This life, a trembling moment
 A single pause
 And there is no word
 There is no word for this love
 There is no word
 There is no word for this love
 The seed dies
 Becoming the sprout
 The boy gives birth
 To the father
 Between birth and death
 There is a breath and a
 Breath within the breath
 And within that subtle breath
 The stars find their shining
 Whole galaxies spin
 Out beyond, the numbers
 Beyond one or two
 Beyond the boundaries
 Of me and you
 And there is no word
 There is no word for this love
 There is no word
 There is no word for this love
 In the clay pot body's dying
 There is the Falling of
 A pear blossom