la Vie ne tient
qu'à un fil de soi -
le monde est brutal

Leonard Weisgard

à chaque souffle de vent
le papillon change de place
sur le saule

Bashô

Fill me with the joy and pleasure
of being nothing but myself.
Immerse me in the mystery of reality.
Fill me with love, that hopeless love - if need be
make me one of your muse.
Awaken me to the beauty of this ancient place,
this remembered place.
Introduce me to the ungrammatical, soundless
words of your own thoughts.
Move me away from the drivel

coming out of all the others’ mouths.
Blot me out, fill me with nothing

but delight.
Take me to all the unseeable, the unvisitable worlds

which surround you - everything

I can perceive and know it is there.