I believe in well, therefore
permit life’s blood run free
Body, mind, spirit – unison
nature intertwines
the sun, sand, a broken twig
can prop a mountain, with faith
in leaves of autumn’s tenure,
a drop of rain
lifted by rivers, there wash
the loosened earth from sedge
and find another bed –
to flourish some seed of life
Fire burns wood – cinders float
parting way with ash
-- transformed
from one state to another – perpetual
never destroyed
What once was well, can find a healing
I believe we are made this way
as the door
S - L - O - W - L - Y opens.