under a full moon
immersed
in liquid
light
touching the bark of cottonwood
looking for spirit in flesh
under the white eye of eternity's window
breathing
the tenuousness
of feeling the movement
even after
spinning suns into stars
trees burst into white
circling
and radiating
loudly
into my lungs
transforming dreams
the wind keeps carrying away
into mantras colliding against planets
like sunlit paper
becoming a moon washed landscape
