Said the poet-wanderer,
'Hear the bee inquire its complexity,
Hear the mountains yearn for their mother-star,
Hear the human heartbeat sync earthly rhythm,
Hear the lovers defeat the ego's aloneness,
Hear the aging, hear the ignorant,
Hear the sight of the infant blind,
Hear the charcoal moan into shade and image,
Hear the flowers revel in their beauty,
Hear the exquisite childish laughter,
Hear the dying, hear the born.'

Said the poet-wanderer,
'Hear your self whole, nothing torn.”