What birds plunge through is
not the intimate space
in which you see all
form intensified.
(Out in the Open, you
would be denied
your self, would
disappear in that vastness.)
Space reaches from
us and construes the world:
to know a tree, in its true element,
throw inner space
around it, from that pure
abundance in you.
Surround it with restraint. It has no limits. Not till it is held
in your renouncing is
it truly there. |