Let us sit here, you and I,
For the briefest moment
A fleeting pause
In all this movement
All we need to do is sit
Without trying to do anything
And sorry arises by itself

There is a consolation
That exists in nature
In the heart of all things
If you have tasted the deepest silence
You will have touched this

I sat once
Under a eucalyptus tree
On a summer evening
With my lover
In the perfect stillness
Of an english summer
In that beauty
The tree turned its leaves to us
And whispered,
‘Love is inside all things,’
We both cried
With joy and wonder.