Waiting in the sudden blank space of thought.
Heightened senses grasp the minds eye triplicating down at beauty.
Instantly the wind calls passing its whistling tones.
So there are trees about this path with seasons to grow strong.
Pairing out into the abysses the forest yet intrigued.
Eventually, the mind’s delight senses all it can be, free.
Ready at the bow steady as the thoughts do go taking time to pout. A fiercer rejection then steams the sky piloting to negate imaginative drought.
Suitable causes then in states marked divine that all together are sipped like sweet savoring red wine.