Depths of green—from canopy to forest floor
In streams of raucous livingness
And there, and where about, a sanctuary
Falls in heaps, in stone walls run aground.
And with, nearby, afar, by ins and outs
Through every place (perceived)
Wherever listened for—vibration.
A single voice in Pali—a single voice
Leaping, leading, dancing, sweeping.
Hello. You greet me.
Published in: “3201 e’s” 2018