- My Stella- 91

Wordless joy with numberless pain, The life is without form, Stream of crowning glory and uncomfortable Passion. Empty heart pounds in painful delight- the vastness. I am formed, transpired and reformed in myriad forms. In the floating cloud, in the womb of reeling Waves, In the forest dense and deserted, the oozing fall of dewdrops after shower in Bouquet, And in the lustrous embrace on thy bosom. From the teeny pismire to asterisk I am everywhere. The budding bud to vacuous eyes for years of travail, in the funeral pyre and the smoke to nowhere, I am in and out, in birth and death. Loneliness is my beauty and thy love for this nobody is my charm. The moment is all and everywhere, Eternal flame of love and in thy heart my happy birthday.