Made from crushed petals of flowers,
the pollen is dropped on the sand to reveal
the vision of the man opening his hands
to let the powders fall.
The grains land in a random pattern,.....

Colors fall and he sees the design will never fade.
It holds the boundaries of sand
like a flower growing from his fingers,
the spot where the cells of the mountains
bring their soily light.
When he runs out of colors,
he follows those who taught him
to open his hands and drop the grains,
older pollen spreading over
the breathing canvas of ground.

From Pollen Paintings by Ray Gonzalez