Let it out
Let it go
Beauty of fact
echoes in the dim too.
What's uncovered?
It's the beauty
that what's uncovered
can be uncovered.
No apologies
Deep in, deep down
Self is selfish
for me, for us.
Bird tale:
Splendour of clarity
does not blind,
Heart-waves
on even beat.
Bird tale:
Splendour of colours
Song of energy
in stillness, and
in motion.
Bird tale:
And the music plays
And the song flows
And energy dances
Splendour is released.
Bird tale:
Full of presence
lost the plot
lost the origin
lost the beauty.