Whenever you feel lost in your heart,
there's a flower fighting at the cliffside.

Karate for control, Judo for absence.

The firm string of green life where
Gaia remains consistent.

Just wet like baby dewdrops
From the murky sea of salvation.

Geysers are fraternal to the wellspring.

She bubbles towards us like a freshly
poured out glass of coke.

I won’t watch her burst.