Up, and down, above
Snow on people, houses, thoughts
Under the rivers and boats.
The mind laves in the scarlet red.
The love, the hearing, by the voice: miracle,
There was the sunset, then was the calling,
We used the mind but flew with the wind
We came in our nature and left in union.
On dentate ways,
In striped bones,
The fluis slips;
The question, the content.
Enormous stairs and skies of news
I was there, under lucid shivers.
Bushy, sublime, often unworn
So is the mind: the feeling of a tour.