The Moon Of House Poem by David Aoloch Bion

The beauty of nature is magical
Medicine for human sadness
I was foetus in a womb
I was dead body in a tomb
When I laid on bed in extreme silence
At dusk in a dark dark house
Gazing the darkness above me
My mind, spirit, Soul and heart
Were in sad stress and divine distress
Absolute quitness warms the house
It so soundless so motionless
But heavily and harsh, the weight of world
Was as if exerting on me.

At lighting speed
I saw a rare flash of light since
I saw a light of the day
I got up, I tiptoed to it
I grasped it, I examined it with nake fingers
Wow, I found it was glowing worm
One of beautiful beauties of nature
I wonder I ponder about this
Lovely tiny moon of the house
Which change colour to colour
It glimmered greenish to yellowish
It glimmered gold to diamond
It glimmered reddish to brightish

The wonderful beam of beautiful colours
The attractive glowing worm
Expanded and contracted in
As it expanded and contracted
My heart expanded and contracted
To it rhythm in sweet pleasure
Of this moon of house
My distress and stress
Faded away in golden rays of worm
O glowing worm!
What a comedy from heaven