Zywa
Born in light
Born in light
tasting what life is
rolling and running
full laughing most of all
and the wheel turns the water
around the earth surrounded by
winds with clouds and
the fire of the sun
the wheel of beauty:
the seasons
bamboo shoots and blossoms
all dying
the fluttering flight of the skylark
the wonders of the forest
beavers reconstructing the brook
a junebug on a journey
over my leg and flying
in my hand which I close
and open again
the smells
of vegetable being cooked
moss and steaming dew
mushrooms in autumn
the village in the winter months
when the stoves burn
the wheel of my life
my kids, my work
the colours of my clothes and
from my hands the healing voice
of seven long strings
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