All soul

Uncontained, the universe drawn in nature’s soul,

Meets beginning and ending in Time, in nature’s all,

Black holes are drawn into her funnel web,

A shot of dawn produces meaning of red

Come to settle in her loving embrace,

Of ice and fire, the whole planted universe,

Drawn down back comes Brahman

To find her face, like rain from a cloud again,

Brahman funnels down into her nest,

And like a trumpet blown from her, I ask

“Why can’t I lie, looking at the sky, on a blanket in Wales,

Holding hands, why can’t I just do that, universe?”

And nature she blesses, blessings, and blessed,

I cry on the earth, and she soaks up death.