Creation

Kneeling down
Before the sunrise
World of becoming
Behind the eyeballs
Into fragments gone

Naked feet touching
The soil wet from dew
Heavy clay calling
Reminding the body
Where it springs from

Dew drop like tunder
Into two bright sides
Breaking the mind
Into Moon and Sun
Creation of dawn

Dreams like a fog
Sliced with light rays
Dissipating into
An awakened eye
A bright day unfolding