Mushrooms of morning may never see the night.
Summer cicadas will never know winter solstice.
Why accept credit when end results are not in sight?
Quail may believe hawks are aberrations high in flight.
A coffee maker may believe it runs the kitchens.
Why accept flattery for what is not alone accomplished?
We are only one in many contributing conditions
to the bellowing nexus of heaven and earth’s creations.
As valleys give rise to the mountains,
thusly mothers will never perish.
Bury yourself like roots of heaven,
parting in tissues of creation,
entering the earth that never fails,
rising like mountains that never fall –
join the aware choreography of complimentary circumstances.
