Awakening is parachuting from a dream.
Free yourself from the choking whirlpool, diver
Sink into the green map in the early morning.
Things will be magnified. He saw, from the flying lark's
Location, huge root system
Like an underground chandelier. On the ground,
In tropical floods, the green of the earth
Stand with your arms up, as if listening
With the beat of the invisible piston. What about him?
Sink into summer, lower
Enter the dazzling crater and lower it.
Between the wet green eternal cracks
Trembling under the turbine of the sun. Then stop.
Dive down through the eye ring of time and spread your wings.
Turned into an osprey gliding on the running water.
Horn of the Bronze Age:
Their illegal tunes
Hanging motionless in the air.
In the first hour of the day, consciousness can own the world.
Just like holding a warm stone in one hand.
The parachutist stood under the tree.
Through the vortex of death
Will the huge parachute of light spread over his head?