High Desert Darsan
I am a meadow, in Spring
When she gazes on me
her sighting, her seeing, her giving of,
her taking in of me...
I am a field, with windblown seeds
softly settling here and there upon me.
I am a lazy prairie when she shines her
moonlight eyes my way. I am heath.
I am lea.
She showers the Summer's rains of beginnings.
She floods my glebe in glowing golden rays.
Her thousand smiles fix upon me, fix me
in a thousand thousand artful ways.
She sees me,
I am seen.
All is verdant.
All is gaze.
She sees me.
I green.
I flower.
I melt.
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