I bow to grass

My hair bowing in sun, to grass

Lies prostrated on the grass

Seeds in the grass

Eyes in the grass

Thought tangled, like in glass:

Love’s symmetrical feeling between Knower and Earth

A wheeling Spirit that

Hearkens to the woman I love,

Her opposite, churning in spirit, blessed to know

The feeling called love, absorbed in that, and Knowing All.

An age had passed

And I realised where I was

Among people who were stuck stuck stuck, I a seedling had become spreading root system

Like the sun, admiring down upon, blessed the grass; I bow to love.