with complete determination: a brown beetle crawls across a damp leaf
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
spring: a swallow dives low erasing the meadow’s existence with a clean sweep
what if the old stone was an elder god: first light peels back the layers
spreads gently the petals of a flower in bloom a spring bee’s hunger for the soma of the gods
the light sets into the recesses of petal and bud as the wildflower field softens
waves press stone: pressure transforms into deadly razors on the coast
a winged god drops out of thin air and announces its arrival to no one
the silence of the forest in certain matters is often quite natural and deliberate: peace over pretentious
to understand stillness is to be aware of the void’s omnipresent gaze on life
evening winds gather the sounds of the forest and arranges a temporary truce