in close unity with every thing
noi brings a pot with aloe
to put inside, itself.
paddling the canoe
noi feels the dark blue
blood of sea
he says 'you can't see what i
see, i see your liquor,
you feel my boat on your
flesh. And i am nothing,
i am not you and you are me.
sea, you don't need to think of
junction.'
and noi had been sitting rolling and pitching until
red blood became blue
not like sky and this sea.
but blue just like blue.
and awareness was flowing
with myriads of precious stones.