The soul is the greening life force of the flesh, for the body grows and prospers through her, just as the earth becomes fruitful when it is moistened. The soul humidifies the body so it does not dry out, just like the rain which soaks into the earth.
I gather my words with a spoon
and they turn into soup!
I gather my words with a rake
and the beautiful fertile earth shows --
I gather my words with your love
and I become silent.