Little Children Dancing Garlanded Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

The best the sea and melodies

valleys of poppies

streams fringed

flowing in seeming extacy

Enticing me to seek nirvana

uleashing my tenderness, my honesty my throne where venus sits in judgement

To see the white doves flying caressing the soft warm wind with their wings

extatic happyness in cataracts

Pegasus apears in the blue sky

wayward dove

olive trees enamoured of the flowing river touched me when i cried

and i mixed the tears with the dew and i herd you singing

chrisathemums poured on your naked body

the stars from that region will make you a feather, recognaisance

and convincing evidence of how much the world spins