Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.

Fragrance of lilac riding the breeze
Perennial predictable a repeating pattern
Celestial and ecliptic intersect
Approaching the vernal what do I
See hear smell taste feel, what evidence
Confirms this cosmic movement