He advances —
He imagines her preoccupied just now
Fancies possess him,
he follows her fearless steps
The deep waves know her
and the mountain tattooed with trees
She walks like the chant of seagulls
bound to the blood of sailors
She sits happily in the heart of things
On the lotus tree a sparrow
trills his moonspun joy
Mujanar is everywhere — in cells and mirrors,
in rivers and corners
Mujanar, walking in the dark
singing for the day.