There is no Good, no Evil, no Sin, no Virtue,
no Faithfulness, no Unfaithfulness, no Marriage, no Adultery.
There is also no Love, although sometimes
these and other words are spoken or written
on paper, on sand, into stone or wind.
There is only the great soul which has
no greatness nor smallness, something
between thoughts and entrails that sometimes starts
as I see you gathering apples under an apple tree
or cutting our little boy’s hair or taking
off your nightgown, and I do not know
whether the echo of this beginning will ever end.
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