rings within stone flow and form mountaintops.
Minerals leading, following a pathway yet discovered
bloom as nightime falls
leading in new directions.
the wind is a silence, an answer,
the answer solitude seeks
and from which pure release
reflected in the movement of waves
a dress made within the arms of sunshine
weaved in soft breathing, in light
where an awakening, a discovery
awaits us all and in which we believe.
and in dreams, in the fall of water
tricklings outside our experience,
where speaking its name, leads to a loss
of memory, we live.
the blade it rises each morning
the yearning in my stomach,