Life finds a way to relate,
in a world held in relation.

In reception, the sun is light.
In your mind, relation holds.

The sun returns.

Life finds a path to meaning,
in a world dense in relation.

In abstraction, the sun is day.
In your mind, relation holds.

The fox follows a scent,
the scent has no edge;
the mind frames it.

The fox gauges a distance,
the distance has no edge;
the mind frames it.

The fox senses a danger,
the danger has no edge;
the mind frames it.

The fox lies in a heap,
the heap has no edge;
the mind frames it.

The first persons stand in a field,
centred where the other is not.

The second persons meet,
each from elsewhere.

The third persons
recede into field.

A tree organises
given how the light falls.

A tree organises a crown
where the light falls most.

The tree grows.

The crown organises
how the light falls.

Given how it grows,
the tree may reorganise.

The earth spins on its axis.
The world turns on a point.

Within echo the dark is a cave.
Within body the ground is a fall.
Within memory a time tells a story.

Within frame a mind finds a world.
The world is everything returning.