The Cypress Maze

by Fiona Valpy

‘We always know our firsts . . . But we rarely know our lasts until it’s too late,’

‘I understand now that grief is love that has nowhere to go.

The nature of the universe, which is still At the centre while all the rest moves round it, Begins here from its starting point. And this heaven has no other location Than the divine mind, in which is lit up The love which turns it and the power which rains down from it.