Your orchid is alive!

Do you see the petal edges 

Moving in waves?

Curling edges of slugs

Iridescent blue and red

Unraveling trailing sand

At the ocean floor.

Do you see the glare 

Of whistlin’ kite’s eyes,

Flaring its nose in rhythm?

With a nod we were slipstreaming 

The same wave —

The bulbous pouch capturing 

Waves of the music, our awareness 

Petals like wings skimming this movement

Collapsing in alignment

In resonance of belonging —

This ceremonial trap.

Releasing quanta of entanglement 

Transfigured in smeared black dots

Gleaming beside the ivory petals

Emanating outward from the frame,

Diffusing into that world 

Of the Kaihō.