So here are-- for a couple years,
I was working to save coral reef of Okinawa.
So many times visiting coral reef.
A song of coral.
Me, coral, a miracle.
Born in warm ocean.
Grow and become a bone.
The bone changes into a stone.
An island, a dream, the sun.
The sun transforms into wind.
God.
God metamorphoses into seaweed.
Seaweed raise a tiny blue planet, the Earth.
The Earth now brings up to life.
At the end of the journey, the Earth
comes back to me, to coral.
Poseidon holds in his hand the net of life and death.
You touch the thread of being, open
by the underwater musician.
Moby Dick supervises an ocean wide aquarium.
You see in it Portuguese man of war, tuna fish, coelacanths,
and the skeleton of 20th century Homo sapiens.
Mermaid spring rainbows from icebergs.
Listen, a rainbow song of Steller's sea cow
exterminated by men in 18th century at the Aleutian.
Buddha Shakyamuni sit on waves floating in his eyes.
You realize your coral nature.
Day by day, rising tide and falling tide for nothing.
Offshore there runs an ocean river
from the tropics to your kitchen.
The sun and the moon whispering to your footprint day
and night.
Milky Way echoes back to solve over coral reef.
Me, coral, a miracle, chewing and digesting all floating
and flowing toward.
I change them into stone, into flowery sirens for every being
to sing together.