Right now is rose by any name is still a blush of sunset spelling out an inner warmth of memories . This evening between horizons – earth holding a sentient being under stars peaking an following of movement . This world opens in the flower of thought – blush of a breath of a conscious wind cools a body . Riding between a southern sky connecting the way stars drift each night till this evening a wonder evokes . There from all directions this life breathes out then folds a paper of thoughts like a long hand doodling pictures that will carry into a living sleep . Some beyond dreams , retrieve a memory of pictures to capture a waking thought . Yet here under a changing vault of stars that remain constant . A piece of rock from another realm flares into this atmosphere , for a slow motion of timelessness I suck in a breath frozen in warmth feeling the birth of life .