Photography by Seth Alexander
   Santa Monica, CA  2004

Dusk
  Everything that meets at dusk
   echoes the sound of your voice.
 Stars are born
      and the evening that is your eyes.
    I begin to unfold my Self,
   shedding snakeskin,
   basking in the sun
   on the edge of the world.
Focus becomes the vibration,
rotation,
the breath,
life,
evolution,
our love.

poem by Hinda-jonathan
12/6/02