This strangest of plants
Has roots in the skies
And is digging its crown
Deep into the ground
By daylight it shines
All white everywhere
By night it is black
All colours inside

The dress of the magpie
Tells you a secret
You won’t understand
One half is serious
The other half joking
Infinite joy and infinite pain.

Your mirroring heart
Is the spring of ideas
The silence where all dreams are born
Your loving is cruel
Your caring is harsh
All-onely the path and the ways of your art