My wondering wanders and leads me
to the door, which I open and stand at.
I watch the sunny scene outside,
and it occurs to me-
nature does not care about fear
nature does not care about love,
nature is all of that, coiling, interconnecting
unity of all aspects, all
sides and all forces.
What care does she have for fear?!
Petty word; petty word of human
invention to encompass as that
he does not know.
As I watch the bony branches of the
trees fork upwards in their course
towards the sun, I realise-
this is me, this is where I came from,
and I manage a soft smile.
The breeze lifts it upwards.