See the world is anon...

There are eyes within eyes
But blink; and these words are gone!
Open—your eyes
And then see the world is anon...

All is but one grain...
One ear of rice
“What more need—you or I’
That has lived, need more of life!

{The wisdom of the wind}...
Comes from seeking-out its source...
Back to the beginning...

Therefore: Harvest
What your love might carry?
Be but both empty and full,
For in death, shall we not all marry?