Dog of mine, if God is in my verse, I am God. If God is in your distressed eyes, you are God. No one exists in this immense world of ours that might kneel before us two ! ... So our soul's is an empty carousel at sunset.

Spring... 

The bird has come
to bring light to birth.
From every trill of his,
water is born.

And between water and light
which unwind the air,
now the spring is inaugurated,
now the seed is aware of its
own growing;
the root takes shape in the corolla,
at last the eyelids of the pollen open.

All this accomplished by a simple
bird from his perch on a green branch.