Little lettuce-cloud Man

There is an enchanter in the sky,
A great benevolence.
Asking nothing in return,
No tithing terms.

Every beading drop of water
Raising from the sea, to be.
Up as a cloud
Down as the rain
Flowing as the river.
Wet water
Walking as a man.

Invigorating every seed
Letting forth the little light.
Unconditional kindling for every sleeping flame.
Little lettuce in the garden
Becomes a little man.

Passing passing passing,
In our Dervish Dance,
In our confabulating forms.

The little light has formed a man
For a time.

A cloud passing as man
Passing as a cloud.

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