fishing for the soul

Sprinkle me like you pepper the omelette over the vast hills.. Need imaginary wings to fly over the green grandiose magic... Tiger roars, and pug marks  for company, A  fine drizzle  wets and  wafts over  the  face  somnambulant  Slush happily squeaks  underneath  the pair of sneakers   The earth breathes  its soul in the   wilderness whole... And the birds mimic the unknown  piano keys   Tongue pops out to slurp in the sulfur taste of the raindrops that slip in Rocky mossy globs a browsing elephant calf? Winding footpaths unravel lush pubic hairs unseen in a country maiden Pausing on a cliff,  a distant roar wafts in,  the unseen liquid diver, a waterfall in all its lyrical strength. Must have seen God..? Yes, this must be  akin to ... Bharath Umapathy