The heart is built of starlight And time.A pinprick of longing lost in the dark.An unbroken chord linking the Infinite to the Infinite.My heart wishes upon your heart and the wish is granted.Meanwhile the world spins.Meanwhile the universe expands.Meanwhile the mystery of love reveals itself,again and again, in the mystery of you.I have gone.I will return.Glerk

In every breeze exhales the promise of spring,Each sleeping treedreams green dreams;the barren mountainwakes in blossom.

From grain of sand,Births lightbirths spacebirths infinite time,and to grain of sanddo all things return.

The Fool, when removedfrom solid ground, leaps-From mountaintop,to burning star,to black, black space.The scholar,when bereft of scroll,of quill,of heavy tome,Falls. And cannot be found.

Each mortal beast must find it's Ground-be it forrest or fen or field or fire.