Early morning
We walk out to the field of sunflowers
It lays across the road from a cornfield
Burned out skeleton of a tree on the horizon announces August
In old days
We would walk Her
She would shed Her gold in the morning light
Words that come to me are
Softness
Peace
Gift
Sense
I take photographs
He holds my coffee …
In our new days
The days without Her
He wakes me early and walk me out to the field of sunflowers
Where I watch the gold she shed glitter in the air …
When I photograph the nature
I become endless
I see all the forms interconnected
and get a strong sense of belonging …
Where my step ends
the muddy footprint fills with water
Where my bare skin turns to sun
the crisp breeze whistles by and takes the lead
Where the sky’s reflection melts into the leaves on the bottom of the stream
Where the music I perceive has no notation, yet I know the beat and quietly hum the refrain
Where I is completely intertwined and
wants to dissolve here
and forever exist in this perfect symbiosis of Love
