My seeing, like soft sea-foam
Rollicks over her smooth surfaces
And bursts in rhythmic showers
upon her awe invoking form.

I savor the gentle touching
And delight in the playful spray.

Her movements of limb or breath
Send motion playing with emotion
Joy-making eddies
Wrapped in slapping play.

A living art-form moving out of
And through a sacred stillness,
Now lost in,
Now emerging from,
Nature herself.

What feeling
This consciousness of feeling!

What breath
This consciousness of breath!

What beauty
This touching of touchableness,
This body!
This beauty!
This life!