to us, seekers of beauty,
blue kaleidoscope
ment nothing,
we've never found it
for we knew not
anything about
singular
alone-ness

sunset visages
sang songs
in return  
early spring dancing
a million secret
blessings burnt

effervescent organisms
coiling as subtle
sea of reciprocity,
effervescent offerings,
offsprings
ramblings

scattered and undisturbed

quenching quietness,
thirst satiated at
meadows mists.