o blooming one
you still speak in colors
but what of your name?
do you still hold the rain there below your eyes?
eager to let it go and start it all to growing?
the strong glowing sun
pushes you still on
but you only flow through you
and o could it be?
that i could sing just what i see
and truth would lie therein?
here i saw

rain paintings little on the rocks below
name changing to where
the mountains and the oceans go
day arranging there as though
the sun were here to show
it all bursting forth from itself

wind blowing there resounds the edges of the all
waves going back and forth the light and dark to show
it all bursting forth from itself

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