Heaven invades earth when there is agreement here to what exists there. Honestly, that's how it happens.
The Ripe FigNow that You live here in my chest,anywhere we sit is a mountaintop. And those other images,which have enchanted peoplelike porcelain dolls from China,which have made men and women weepfor centuries, even those have changed now. What used to be pain is a lovely benchwhere we can rest under the roses. A left hand has become a right. A dark wall, a window. A cushion in a shoe heel,the leader of the community!Now silence. What we sayis poison to someand nourishing to others. What we say is a ripe fig,but not every bird that flieseats figs.