The mountains embrace are a steady frame

and the dogs are following

and the rain on the cheek

with fire and light

and the day breaks

the flame call You

“what do you want to fuel?”

and the birds sing to the mountain

and the shivers that goes through the body

a steady pulse is a frame

and the busstop

and the cow and the horse faeces

and scented urin

is framed for feet

growing into the earth

and the mountain wept from its heart

“come spring”

and bubbling sparkling water comes out

and the trembling body in the wind

and open field in  the valley

and stones moved

and the sun kiss the cheek

and a braided rope of multitude of thin cells

resist

hold

to nest

intwined together 

and rest under a manmade skeleton-tree

and a cut wing present

in empty space

but whole space

and the birds circling

and the rooted potato

and the grass

and the bare feet

and the lungs

and speech

and silence

and an occasional wave

all this

and much more

residing in this fruit-basket

engraved onto

skin chest heart imprinted in mind following ongoing nurturing maturing learning learning learning

and the yearning to listen

and to grow.