It is not that the “Spring comes”,
but the first flowers which died
in their mad rush to bloom
in anticipation of It
– they are the Spring!
It is not that “the Beloved comes”,
but the lover – mad for Him –
reveals the Beloved within herself!
My loving makes Him “come”;
my loving gives Him life
within this existence of mine!
Beloved comes
through the loving of the lover.

The Beloved is the fragrance of the flower.
Lover’s part is: to bloom.

Ba’ba’ – I am Yours and You are mine…