My Poetry is not by intent
but a natural consequence of
the way I am. I am like
a dry stick of logic with
an effusion of flowering. When
a lush green plant bears flowers
it could be lost in its own exuberance. 
But when a dry stick spouts
an outpouring of blossom, it
just cannot be missed.

So is creation, the vast barren
scape of emptiness bears the 
multitude of life, not by intent
but a natural expression of
meticulous conservation that bursts
forth into unimaginable beauty
and scintillating energy. All from
the seemingly lifeless space – scape.

I am not cultivated with
education, etiquette or civilization
I am just a natural Culmination