mantaraye

this morning the zebras sweat in the sun like the first muscled farmers-

the forest breathes quietly and the stones have a gentle pulse,

impossible for our ears alone to sense.

Nature dissolves and rebuilds all around us-

she displays inconsistence- she behaves in ways still mysterious;

we think on our errors. We think on temptations.

We let our dreams wade through the mud of our thoughts-

une grande melange of ideas- we are forming great works-

from here all the way to the other side of the universe(s).