Where you bleed,
something will surely bloom.
In the desert of this world,
always offer cool water to the lips
of the wandering rose.
We have all come to this place
by the mercy of the belly-button
and the breast.
Mothers know things
that add to the colors of sunrise.
Those who drink of real wine,
need no glass-
they see with the deep eyes
of the grape.
We are all like thrown ships-
be like the lighthouse to the storm:
a ray of hope in a desperate time.
The hole in the boat
is the only way out.
