This clod of earth that I call mine br is only dust and dirt, br Until your overflowing water br spills the green upon the brown. br Your whirls and eddies soak the ground br of this awaiting garden. br br My breath dries to crackles and sparks br the air inside my jar. br Your mist and clouds discharge my fret br with gentle laughing rain. br Your waters dance and splash abandon br over all my hard-baked cares. br br Ego-fire drives to level br all I really love. br Its flaming mouth would eat the world br and stand alone apart; br But that monster cannot pass br the river of your heart.