CUTTING FLOWERS
IN THE EARLY MORNING STILLNESS
OF THE GREAT EMPTY VALLEY

STANDING UP
FEELING THE WIND BRUSH QUIETLY
AGAINST MY CHEEK

THE SMELL OF FLOWERS
AND RICH EARTH
FILL MY NOSTRILS 

BODY FEELS GROUNDED
RESTING SQUARELY
ON SUN BAKED SOIL

FAR OFF SOUNDS
ECHO THROUGH MY HEAD

FOR JUST A BRIEF MOMENT
MIND STOPS

 INTO THIS TOTAL VOID ENTERS
EVERYTHING AND NOTHING