opening lines

here come the days of 

past, present, future

all rolled into one there’s a 

smouldering core of creative fire

there’s a feeling of oneness a touch of wholeness

I’m starting to pray I can feel it

like a storm approaching

outsider meeting insider

defender of the inside

warrior of one

When spring comes

I will kiss the earth

I will get down on my knees

in the moistness and press my cheek to the moss

the waters will run

the trees will leaf

the skies will clear

branch

fern

stone

moss

light

bark

stem

root

bud

leaf