“Speak to me in a language yet unspoken and fill my heart with silent whispers of your soul.  

In doing so, set yourself free like the flowers of the fields whose mere acceptance of life relinquishes the gift of love.

 Some sacrifice in a single blossom of humility, others yield in a cluster of tiny starlets opening one by one until they are bright enough to shine.

 Be not afraid, for within your uncomplicated and simple existence, beyond all that you have come to know,

is a hidden desire . . . a lingering giant . . . another way to speak of love.”      

    (c) 2001 Jeanne Bonine