Seeds and sparks,
fire of glory,
waterfalls of blessings
on a long winter night.
The moon in its halo of rainbow colors,
stories of the soul hidden in light.
Dig down deep
to the source of all water,
hearing the rain fall
as it fills an ancient well.
Memories like a river
flow through the valley,
back to their home
in the mind’s open sea.
Open a door –
ten paths are waiting.
Wait for the time
and the voice to go through.
Worlds are united in breaths single motion,
lifting up a song
to the heavenly dew.
Time in the right space
gives a suggestion,
a hint,
a mere taste of the world beyond.
And this world like a dream,
travelling through creation,
awakens the buds
of spring flowers renewed.
