Wednesday, August 19, 2020


Stillness of the forest 

In between the rustling of leaves 
At the end of long intonation of cicadas calls 
Just before the hornbill wings break the afternoon 
If you still yourself 
A sincere self 
Emerge from long forgotten recess 
Beckons a strange spectacle 
Colors break free and whirl in the air 
A vital force surge through the space 
To settle the colors lightly in precise proportions 
You will be astonished where you arrived