We love the movement in a seeming stillness,

the breath in the body of the loved one sleeping,

the highest leaves in the silent wood,

a great migration in the sky above:

the waters of the earth, the blood in the body,

the first, soft, stir in the silence beneath a strident

voice, the internal hands of our mind,

always looking for touch, thoughts seeking other

thoughts, seeking other minds, the great arrival

of form through all our hidden themes.