Have high tea inside a hyacinth flower.
Consider the lilies of the field.
Be as flexible as the long grasses
in a summer meadow,
and lay yourself down
when a cold, dark breeze comes by.
Rise again after it passes.
Watch the gold in the leaves
that drop in front of the waterfall of your tears.
When sorrow presses again and again on your bones
like layers of snow, remember that glaciers are beautiful.
When she is gone,
be thankful your currents crossed so many times.
Go to the confluence inside you
then follow that river down
to the sea.