Dew drop in the morning, balanced upon a leaf.
Softly, sitting, stillness, views the ground beneath.
I listen to her wonder, her sense of self belief.
Dingo howling gently, looks toward the moon.
Sorrow, stillness, singing, gives birth his mournful tune.
I hear his understanding, death will be here soon.
Smoke hanging in the treetops, holding moons soft gaze.
Stillness, sifting, shadow, cloaked tender in his haze.
I smell his sense of being, his method and his ways.
Spiders eye is shinning, catching moons soft light.
Spinning, silken, stillness, toiling on through the night.
I feel her supple rhythm, her sense of what is right.
Breath is gently steaming, I sit in moons domain.
Stillness, settles, softly. With her I will remain.
In stillness understanding, with dew drop I am the same..!
Russell Makoto 2000