one dew drop

slowly rolls down a great leaf

touching the next droplet, effortlessly one-becoming it


to whisk down the veined valley of the plant's dream-lined surface

collecting a freckled pattern of dew drops along it's pathway-


the edge of the leaf rushes in,

cuts with the sky,

releasing it to the air of the crisp dawn.



free falling from crystal leaves

this shining dew droplet refracts a blue glowing horizon

splashing directly onto the third eye of

a golden pheasant

streamlined tail-feathers dancing in morning moonlight

passing beneath the silhouette of a time weathered tree

sailing to the sound of frogs

croaking poems to the rising sun.



in the claws of this winged dragon,

third-eye moistened by clear dew,

a love note to god

neatly rolled up and tied with red string

enjoys the vast refreshing view

of wing's flight through space.



sparkling reflections of the breaking rays

glimmer from each droplet on each leaf on each tree

tickling the hills rolling

beyond knowing.



gliding with calm haste

through this jungle of humbling grace

our dreamweaving pheasant

comes upon the earth-styled dream-chamber

of an anahata sound

singing to the spirits

and tickling the air

with her very presence

as she awakens from a deep night's rest

to catch the virgin daybreak.



right as the goddess of this land

gazes out her wide open window

opening to what perceptions the day may reveal,

a note

auspiciously infused

red wrapped and rolled

lands in her hands

off the edge of the wind.



a calm wink...


a distant caw...



then without a moment's hesitation

the note opens itself

tenderly with both hands

silently suspended in the loving mystery

of what it could say.






in

within the folds

of the rolled note

a

silver coated

paper mirror



catches the light of her own eyes



reflecting

upon itself

the very image

of

love.