For perhaps we may yet enjoy the freedom or clear waters.
We may yet see, and acknowledge, the true warmth of the sun,
Listen, and hear the sound of natures music,
And walk, barefoot, once more upon the surface of mother earth.
A sense of security.
The bosom of life, is that of animal and flower, and of woman and man.
Unity, harmony, and spirit.
Tears of happiness replace those of pain.
For all, and eternity,
Dream on, and breath...new life.
We fly...one the wings, of hope.
Where spiral thoughts enduring flow
Within all numerous images of the wistful mind.
And subtle tinted variations of colour become all so clear
Turns to vapour, and rises, become rain, all divinity falls
Then becomes spring, brook, river, the constant changes
Anew, thus freshly flows anew forever on,
Like the echo enhanced with a sound,
Like the song of a thousand voices
Raindrops shed manifest tears of joy
upon the lamenting petals of the evergreen
The tenacious entwining of branches,
Through the shade of the sallow wood
Sparkle verdant prismatic colourations in the absorbent sun
That sets to rise upon another refluent day
And to feel steadfast, the bosom of life
In the air that passes, is that of animal and flower
And that of woman and man
And every fruit and pleasure tastes
Is that of sweetness
"The pure," so pure essence of growth
Flourished upon fertile ground,
And to see the serenity of souls
In rural pastures that feed the living land,
Fester radiant smiles of harmonious spirits.
A compassionate sky opens to breath countless existence
"All emotions grasp swiftly"
Above and below the seasons pass by
All windsome delusions flicker, distant, and so far
Rustling leaves drift, where shallows streams linger,
Pathed with cobble stones...so smooth...
So smooth from the trickling flow of cleanliness.
I hear a soft breeze passing now.
The sounds mingles with that of perpetual beauty
But silently fades within the depths
Of a midsummer night's dream