Soon now
the heavens will bring me to you.
Do not concern yourself with time--
it is only an origami figure in our hands.
Fold the wings of the bird inward--
yesterday and tomorrow are one.
As I shall hold you close,
I have always held you.
We are at once the origami unfolded
and the origami nonexistent.
Colors of vegetable ink,
bright and running in the cool stream...
but hues of the rainbow
inside white light.
Let go of thin paper
as the warm winds stir.
Gravity does not know us.