wooden chimes swinging to each other /pendulum/ percussion prismatic sounds resonating
roof/top/ residence stargazing podium for re/moon/niscence
refractions of luminescent lullabies soothing the turbulent winds into the crest of the nigh'
as the flower cabinets are about to collect the evening dew moisture and wait---
for the first brush of the fingers of sunlight on their pink petal skin
the lampstand shading its amber light from the bitter bite of cold
tracing photons through the path---for a solemn walk through the parallel transitions
in the converging dimensionalities of being present and lost at the same time
attuned to the inner compass entrusting myself to the infinity of directions
my presence dispersed in every flower, in every rock, and in every lonely cloud
