avi sato . be thought . live dreams



You are breaths of spring flowers taking shelter beneath the body of cherry blossoms that float endlessly over landscapes of your own imaginings

You feel of winds not quite summer across broken mountain streams once overflowing from the melt of memories now long buried along mossed banks yet somehow reborn before suns’ understated hints at rainbows

You do not fall from dreams whose time has not yet come to escape the artifice of constricted lattices hiding behind the doorways of your resting soul but spring into being with the call of dawns’ minstrels

Your darkness no more carries fears’ passions but entices with the calming meditations of droplets dancing above wavetops toward visions of imperceptible beauty

(Avi Sato, 2019)