Tag: poem

spring moth succumbs to peace closer to nibbana

spring dream shadows glide along a thin thread

night rain plants take shelter in shadows

journeys down the curtain spring first light

buried deep nature’s code to breed to evolve

sweet spot spring wasp hovers over in prayer

activating subroutine protocols

hard to believe that the spring wasp isn’t a doomsday machine

mid noon swelter the silence is enough

string theory perhaps the ants understand it better