My flame invisible
Shrinks humbly, candid, sighing
"how great, how great."
Sharp blue and white clouds
prayerful wisps from distant incense, the sea:
deep green photosynthesis,
majestic humble oak sighs sympathetically,
"Nada nos turbe."
A fly lands on my arm.
What wonder! Humble silent praise
rises from me,
joining the wisps of clounds.
What wonder!