As the last bits would shatter

As the last bits would shatter

1 June 2015


Mist of dawn surrounds

Throbbing awakening land

As heat meets the cool

Fire melts the icy thoughts

That built frozen cathedrals


Hiss of water starts

Pipes gorged with well’s new findings

Soak the earth with life

Burgeoning thoughts open worlds

Cloaked in pure simplicity


Vibrating waves stir

Patterns formed by misty drops

Circles of pure light

Inundating mind with sight

Infinite rays twirl centered


Parched leaves’ crackling voice

Responds to naked foot’s touch

Sands receive the dust

As the last bits would shatter

Uncovering a new One