the trees of
this life's forest.
with each inhale,
a listening ear.
with each exhale,
a loving hug.
stars
divine lights
see us all
in every hour,
and even with
all their power
they are quiet.
emptiness
in the deepest void
all meaning is held
at the very bottom
a small bell.
and when it rings,
its echo rumbles
and quakes the void
to deeper bellows.
on and on and
i continue to wonder
"what is at the bottom?"
motion
any time
any place
is always changing
at its own
pace
light
paint the world
with a vibration.
i see how i
could never see a world
without you.
