You should stay and face reality
A dream you just remember
Light speaking through leaves so much to see
even the dirt keeps on breathing a small breath
as I rise and brush it away from my stockings shake it from my hair
the somethingness of divinity is everywhere yet when I reach out my hand to hold
there nothingness
sometimes it is necessary to remain as long as possible dirt breathing into tendrils stockings smudged
wait for more this nothingness this before
what its somethingness is