Wings Of Light

Haunting yet delicate – the dusky heart of a sun-ripened fig uplifted by ethereal plumes of creamy oleander, neroli orange blossom, freesia, carnations, white marigolds, and cerejeira. Fig tree, for how long now have I found meaning in the way you almost forget to bloom and drive without drama your pure mystery into the young determined fruit. Like a fountain's channel your curving branches force the sap downward and up again; look, it springs straight from sleep into its sweetest achievement— like the god entering a swan. . . . - Rainer Marie Rilke art: The Angel of the Birds, Frantisek Dvorak 1910