Black and white
Begin endless adventure:
You see the b and the e on the page
Your slip down the tower of the b
Around the curve of its complete
Universe
Land on the ground and
Grasp the e,
That vowel responsible for
The long and the short of so
Many other vowels
And then you move to the ing
Which tells you now
In this instant
Or in this continuous moment:
If you take a breath,
You are breathing.
The whole business of being
Is breathing,
Is the soft petal of the rose
On your skin.
The scent of the rose
Becomes your breath
Because you breathe
Because you dream

You are the rose.

Black and white
Are the beginning of  a dream:
The alphabet
Contains your soul.