I wanted to flow endlessly like a river, but I stayed where I was, because I saw, the flow is everywhere, in all.
So I have breathed in the soft ripple of a butterfly's wings buried myself in the ground grew up as a flower from air, seed and soil with patience knowing that the rain would come waiting for nothing whole in every moment hours, days listening to the wind surrending to dance with it branches of trees, high up, all the flowers and grass near and far our dance
I have dissolved into the summer and will die when the frost comes
