Perfume and milk, the body in bloom

The falling leaves, the fallen fruit

The rot and the ruin, the earth and the worms

The seasons change, the world turns

GINKGO BILOBA

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

In my garden’s care and favor

From the East this tree’s leaf shows

Secret sense for us to savor

And uplifts the one who knows.

Is it but one being single

Which as same itself divides?

Are there two which choose to mingle

So that each as one now hides?

As the answer to such question

I have found a sense that’s true:

... See more