Nameless and Formless
With my song in the wind and the comfort of dark soil underfoot,
I greet you with soft affection.
When your light merges in constellations
And the moon rests gently on your forehead,
Your being embraces my tender strength.
On evenings when you seep your stare between leafy layers of branches,
And sunlight dances in perfect waves,
You see the purity of my joy.
Perfectly Nameless, our ways always meet.