One day she revealed that the opacity of things was but the glean.
her secret lay in letting others seek her.
even their obscurity she tended with light.
They were her dream, and she theirs.
they remained susceptible to longing, for bliss was but the shadow of desire.
with few exceptions, they preferred the luxuriant, the profuse, the fertile. yet seeing that they would often lose themselves within it, she had her ways to remind them of the essential.