Broken symmetry
Warm liquid light of luminous leaves
intricately spreads to our finger tips
at the purple fruits
then down to the roots
the rotten mulch
is bitter and sweet
till the horizon’s rock
grand ritual bleeding
(Nothing in this world will ever surpass
the beauty of this soft orange rim)
in the vivid now
the mirrored faces
of symmetries’ lost perfection:
the fallen berries
the hidden streams
fragrant flowers
glowing on the hills.