Wheat Field (2)

"I was driven out of the paradise of the sky — out of the promised paradise — you gave me refuge." — So says the wheat to its earth: — you gave me refuge without any condition wholly kind in your embrace. You gave the living warmth of your lips to my body: hardened, closed, driven out of the paradise of the sky. You kissed, kissed wholly kind and caressed with your soft tongue my cold lips. My cold lips locked with silence imprisoned in absolute stillness in denial. Rootless unbelieving unfruitful turned to stone by the blow of wrath it was I. It was I cast out of the promised paradise out of the conditional paradise! This was I, before your embrace before your water dancing on my skin clear and piercing to my womb.. Wholly kind to me just as I was wholly kind to whatever was in me wholly kind without any condition you took me into the ring of your arms; me driven out of the paradise of the sky. Not by itself did it turn green from within my stone the chlorophyll. Not by itself did my sewn lips open to the anthem of growing. Nothing happened by itself there was nothing, without your embrace: wholly kind like a path that is one with its destination like a goal that is one with the means and a mouth that is one with kissing only for kissing... So it sings: naked dancing the wheat field with its braided ears — a harvest of long tresses a gilded crown above its head — in the ring of the earth's arm....