key of time-dipped flesh-wrapped blood and bone naked in a field before god faceted door of doors beginning to end and start again. turn your story of word gesture life and death arms spread fists clenched tears of joy angst and wonder. sing your story naked in a field before god.
no sadness or regret in the primal self non-self stream rooted like god whether we believe or not sometimes noticing transitions of light as we move toward away from the sun gold in treetops red on the wings of osprey overhead
mountain shadows on moon so far away
Heavy rain falls.
Brass bowl rings, vibrates
Mourning dove coos,
pond peeper sings a few notes.