spirit
matters
roots
stems
overflows
the pale horse
on fire
the water too
spirit
matters
spirit
matters
roots
stems
overflows
the pale horse
on fire
the water too
spirit
matters
at any given
moment we can
become transparent
without the wind stopping
or the waves counting on
themselves to be waves
a naturalness in
the way change
and change again
rises fromĀ a thousand
campfires on an endless
plain before the oldest
battle to discover the brilliant
emerald valley at the end
of a moment of
nothing but
the breath I
hang on
two mirrors
meet
both cracked
blurred
here and there
clear
a wind blows
between
fresh then
stale then…
both longing
to see
both
to be
true