In a new way see the turning day a newer world made alive, divine, O [inner] turning Light./ O muse within the sky now, become silvery cloud spun like spider silk or run inside the rain— Swift burn w/in sunsets of dusk, of dawn inside oneness of resplendent fire or float forth like the dew of a tender hour. Wander (still) wind cloud, wander oft my heart (still) wander through millionth gaze of starry flower or the stilling song of birds gently lifted again toward an ancient Heaven. For Basho 12/30/2004 From Light & Shadow Photograph with digital art 2011