The air is luminous,
the pines fullof poems
and evening gentle presence
piled with gold clouds.
Full moon’s lofty face is
swept with fluttering wings
and enigmatic depths of
a mysteious smile.
A mirage of change, choked
by gentle mist – the joy of
wandering across a wild sky
as dark bounds forth softly.
Summer evenings beginning
inch by inch, their long-eyed
beauty chafes the heart with
the sudden laughter of light.
Here is radience that does not
withhold itself but pours abundance
without selection – no flinching
disguise – only the gold-blue
glow wanting nothing but the
happiness of being.