the blue waterfall fell into the lake of gentle zen.
melanin brown skin glowing in the gleaming sun.
Hair to the clouds
and soft as the clouds.
She was Pili.
She loved pink colored fabrics and flowers.
Everyday,
she would pick pink flower blossoms
as a accessory to her cloud.
pink ink placed on her skin in swirls
escaping into a universe.
Entrance to the universe of Pili is
The chakra of the root.
Between those brown legs are living energies.
Bliss to the nature
The oxygen
She gets from the trees.
