Take me to the woods and let me stand with the trees. Let me synthesize my emotions and hear the humming of the birds and the bees….

When dirt and decay become a master piece of my hands
when the ending of a cycle is just a resting into the not yet started
like the night is not yet a dawn
and the dream has finished and the waking state is not begun
the in between, the vision and the arising……
when dirt is just dirt and the seeds are not yet sprung
when dirt is the life within my hands
and the dream in one