- Vol. 07
- Chapter 12
Arise to cultivate thoughts against a landscape void of distance.
Align the wheat fields,
shower with good intentions.
Exploring golden skin reflecting sun.
Snip the lines between yours and mine.
Perilous crossing of that tightrope.
I urge you take the path,
the one through the wheat fields home.
Into a landscape void of distance.
Align all the fields.
Rain down our good intentions.