Clear to smell the trusting earth, a place where my loves child hath played,only to understand more of existence. What stories can these soils speak? What voices go unheard? What suns have broke the days? What moons have fallen into night? Today may the sun bleed into the sky showing no need for question?

It is as it will always be, no judgment, no unguided yearning. Ridicule us as we are for we are only here in laughter. Then shall we laugh till laughter breaths a light of bliss? Cry your sorrows till broken hearts are filled with content. And may your tears nourish all of there gardens into bloom. In a mothers embrace, a child knows hope,knows security, knows feeling,hears the heart, song of endearment,taste the dream. As we die so to the child that can whisper to playbehind these closed eyes where they rest.

Repeat the shadows where they follow. Turn the wheels into opulent images. Pale faces show the cold. Tremble, tremble to the illusion of fear. But there standing out on a floating morsel waiting for left over wisdom to fall. He holds his hands to his sides, and submerses into a void of consumption.