The rustle of fine calico
The scent of spices...

As the droplet trickled,
Slowly, yet steadily...

What is it you seek,
You really, really seek...

It could be me
Who could be on TV...

Why is nature angry,
Are we her enemy...

Ranting and raving,
Sweet music lilting...

Why do I feel like giggling,
At seeing a person slip...

Memories like the flash of daffodils,
Stream into my mind...

Universal energy like a river flows,
Flows around, flows everywhere...

There is no phase,
In unconditional love...

A femur lies on a pile,
Eaten away in the centre...

Your hands tell me a tale,
A story of struggle...