From the rearview images
of ink prints spread across
I find this lightening and tremors
In between there this fire
to ignite my tiny brass lamps;
sparkling fresh light
from breaking clouds...
from streams of mountains
towards ocean
I walked barefoot
Earth fragranced
all around on spring
those ink sheets radiate reflections
of seasons….
and in that rain of spring
I stand astonished….
Beyond words…