As a hummingbird flutters its wings So my focus shifts-- One moment joy, The next despair; A thought of love Deteriorating into lust. What should I do, When my own heart I can't trust? At once giving freely And holding tightly; Letting go While gripping fast; Disciplined Then uncontrolled; Relaxed Then urgent. The paradoxes of my soul Overwhelm me. In spite of all this You promise me love and life, So as I sink lower Into this melancholy strife I can only say 'thank you For loving me,' And then, suddenly, Your indescribable peace Comforts me.