In The Forest – Near Gorgan

With the butterflies, Ever Flapping ..
Although tangible, The scent Ever Encompassing ..

In The Forest, With Much Anticipation ..
Wildlife Of All Kind, Gathering By The River ..

The Owl, With Its Wisdom Ever Present ..
Leopards, Ever Rushing ..

With Slopes Of The Mountain, Much Vegetation At Hand ..
The River Meandering, Patiently Awaiting ..

As Though All Creation, Metamorphosed In This Place ..
The glitter Of Fire, Consuming All Doubt ..

Gradually, And One Step With Measure ..
Climbing The Slope, No Trail In Sight ..

The river, Full Of Rainbow Trout ..
The Water, Cool To The Touch ..

As the Dawn approaches, The coolness In The Air ..
The Mist, Ray Of Sun, Passion Of The Butterfly ..

The Garden Of eden, Can’t Be That Far ..
Come Close, Even Closer ..

The hue Of adversity, Non Existent Here ..
The Juice Of Creation, Ever Flowing ..

Brother, You don’t Need Heaven ..
It Is Under Your Feet, Right Here ..

As The Babe Suckles, So Would I ..
Suckle Me Mother earth, Heretofore ..

Kiss My Lips, Lest I Forget ..
I Forget You Not, Kiss My Lips ..

As A Man, Wants To Spread His Seed ..
So would I, Never ashamed ..

The Juice Of Creation, Ever at Hand ..
Never enough, always At Hand ..

Love Life ..
Never ashamed ..

To spread Your Love ..
Anywhere, And Every where ..

“Unbeknownst” ..
“To” ..

“All” ..