FlowerBefore I spoke his name
he was simply
one set of gestures, nothing more.
Then I spoke his name,
he came to me
and became a flower.
Just as I spoke his name,
I hope that someone will speak my name,
one right for my color and perfume.
I long to go to him
and become his flower.
We all of us
long to become something.
You for me, and I for you,
we long to become a never-to-be-forgotten gaze.
translated by brother Anthony
Before I call it by name.
When I call it by name
It comes to me and becomes a flower.
Would that someone call me
By name that matches my color and scent;
I shall come to him and become a flower.
All of us desire to be something
Meaningful to each other.
You to me, I to you.
The FlowerIt is nothing but a mere pose
Before I call it by name.
When I call it by name
It comes to me and becomes a flower.
Would that someone call me
By name that matches my color and scent;
I shall come to him and become a flower.
All of us desire to be something
Meaningful to each other.
You to me, I to you.
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