The first cleansing, cool breath brings newness.
The rebirth of grass, the clean dirt, all caught.
Held in an embrace of a small drop, then sent.
Sent away on the wind to arrive here.
So we breath deeper, welcome life fully.
As we are held in the arms of the mother we lost.
The memory is strong, rich, beckoning is back.
To the round earth, to fullness, and connection.
Comments
Post a Comment