Walking Naked On The Face Of the Earth

Blow, wind blows
Through the leaves of perennial calling
My singing and incantation
In which I sing for all
Through each and every season.

Turning the rich canopy
In green suit of mildew
Streaming from within
Golden and softly blowing
Glowing from ancient wistful thinking
Until it falls, it falls.

To the parched
And dry existence
Kissing the thirst of each communion
Of each and every season
Lying bare and naked
On the same nakedness of the earth.

And cold, misty and blurred
As the vision of expectation
Rot in itself
Swallowed deep down
Through the gully of hunger and oblivion
This magnificence will pass
As it is written
To be ensnared in its own elements and disintegration.

But then,
To kiss with the sweet sun and rain
Rising up from the depths
Giving forth the life,
Its rebirth
To each new and every season
And to where it is
Endless.

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