Heat Rises, In And You.
Like Thoreau, as Kerouac
Rilke, Hesse and Frost knew too
The Quest Of The Dream
Trees, every child should Know,
cabins and fevers and solitude
with you,
Explode, Explore, Excite,
Release in Life and love and laughter
To.
So,
Somewhere To Sit,
slow, simple, serene,
Weighs of Inner Whirls
Rise,
open petal supine,
prised, parted, moist
precious Stream
Can Cascade, to a trickle,
as full bodied waters
Fall a fiery flow
in you.
So
Eye Sit, hear,
not to watch time
nor two care for
time on watch,
But, knot as tree not fells,
Butt feels, tells, whispers
with wisdom of the rings
well kept,
Be
as that gentle raindrop,
the imperfect pearl,
the cell before cells
of storm and foamy
life gristle.
Thank you
Nature
for taking me
In
To Me, Two Sea,
Your first dew drop from
river deep mountain high.
The liquid risings,
ocean depths fully heated,
Happy Ending never cease
Be, cause, affects, tides,
never tired,
come and come and go and go
Moon, River, Sun, Rise,
Knowing, Twice Us,
We Were Never Bourne
Nor Can We
Ever Die.
Txx
