Sprintedon Hollow

December 27


In the long night
the long day
resounds--
a rainbow of odors,
a taster's delight of textures,
and ever-changing pulsebeat of remembrances.

When we near an end,
its beginning always returns.

Every moment
involved with every other.
Every space.

Ecology:
of the universe,
of the mind.

The discovery of a cecropia
resplendent in the sun,
the vision of a coasting Snowy Owl.





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