by Pablo Neruda
The bird has come
to bring light to birth.
From every trill of his,
water is born.
And between water and light which unwind the air,
now the spring is inaugurated,
now the seed is aware of its own growing;
the root takes shape in the corolla,
at last the eyelids of the pollen open.
All this accomplished by a simple bird
from his perch on a green branch.
Reborn on 09.09.09. Hello, this is Earl Kayman Naga. And so are you. We get to touch. Sorry we’ve been away for so long. Great to be back. Love being here. We reawaken our sleeping dreams. Lovely time in our editable memes. We are the multi-cellular organism and the ancient cosmic stardust and the animal symbiotic with plants and the worlds citizen and the mote of dust and the Universe. The day dream and night dream believer. Born in an ancient river far, far before the word river, in what is now known as Gorge Us, but what was then not known, Earl Kayman Naga is happy to be known again and again.