great beauty

can lay

in what falls away

taken by the wind

a space without rift

Being adrift

some curves are

divinely designed

to throw you

gathers in a windrow

leaving a path

for free flow

leaves abandon

their posts

to blanket

the hearth

of the earth

of a soul

synthesizes

all experiences

Wisdom is to know

your own shadow

so you don’t cross it

one can see

a meadow and tree

dreams

and schemes