Return
starlight over sugarcane fields,
a white crane flies across the moon,
the farmers burn their harvest
late this year, after a bad season
the smoke rises into space,
becoming one with its fiery origins.
just as all water will return
to the stream from which it came,
pure water, now frozen under snow
which will melt with the Spring sun.
the elements separate then converge,
as man returns again to Nature
the darkness of night fades away,
as form returns to formlessness.
its long struggle now over,
even the self returns to its source