|Be with those who help your being.|
Don't sit with indifferent people,
whose breath comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms,
your work is deeper.
A chunk of dirt thrown in the air
breaks to pieces.
If you don't try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it's too late for all you could become.
Leaves get yellow.
The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love
that turns you yellow?
-- Version by Coleman Barks
"These Branching Moments"
Copper Beech Press, 1988