ocean echoes your pulse in the morning
your pulse calling approaching disclosing First Sun
the Absolute Firstness my silence sensing your pulse
my faith opening my sailing heart desiring Abyss
the Adventure face-to-face with the Springwaters
where ocean echoes my First Sun
kissing my womb capable of Tsunami
one and only mouth
around the red world my tongue
my earth bleeding as if Original
your pulse spreads my arc of healing
multitude of winds one and only mouth
around my silence clarifying my First Sun
Tsunami capable of world
your song here echoes your thread
my anchor memory flowing voice
my lifeline surprises the naked voice
touching as if Original Poem of First Sun
returning to the bottom of Springwaters
where ocean echoes firstly in Love
despite the whole and the infinite season of fear
not understanding why the sparse anxiety of waves
season of fear against eternity
midnight on the moon
