you reach for the moon

you tripped me, floating there. but

and create you own

your entire self — world

an ancient forest of life

puddle of raindrops

so precious is now

echoes with branches in streams

shoot; despite ourselves

the gurgling crows

in the rain beneath this sky

to your inner self

I treat my tea bag

mandalas of all our time

modest are the trees

tip top, fir tree crow

in that space — sans time — sans thought

just remove the load

trees churn with current

whisper of white oaks and fir

such different days

tip top, fir tree crow

asymptote, vanishing point

iota of earth

swimming in a sea

lift into the sky above

to truly exist

unfold at sunrise

distance and angle of me

of water and ducks

you reach down into

reflect your being in the

glorious — alone

in the mossy dusk

gulping berries at sun set

filtered solar light

I see reflection

you are like honey and light

white gives way to green

white smeared on the blue

glorious touching the earth

and chase swallowtail?

play brings character

completely immerse yourself

silhouette white oak

when I’m dead and gone

forges clouds among the trees

uncountable, be

to feel that soft breeze

pack them like bijou trinkets

to feel the cloud’s breath

the death of my friends

the raw transforms to beauty

so we can perceive

window deja vu

for this — the ground shaking breath

breathe out compassion

on the wire, one wire

contemplating reflection

warmth from radiance