To my bride Mary, and to all my loving
and wonderful friends,
love is easy.
To fear love — like the grass
fearing the blowing snow
that brings life-giving water,
fearing love is like grapes hiding from
tomatoes and plums shying from moonlight,
but love asks for nothing; to receive love
you don’t even have to open your arms;
sip the wine, gulp the water,
enjoy the tomato and plums,
slurp up the goodness of love,
the goddess is already in you.