Nothing to Everything

 

Nothing to Everything
     -dedicated to Beauty Abounds

You are the bones of mountains,

the juice of fountains-

the eyes that have it.

Now yell it. 

Boo, make do with what you have to do.

Be fire's ash, the tsunami's smash-

a moonlit rabbit.

Girl, do NOT quell it;

you can not foretell it.

Make yourself at home

in Tiamet's bones-

Sister Splash, you are not alone.

We mend, and so upend our mistakes.

Permit the mountains to quake,

monsoon 

under the moon.

 

And let the cold river sing-

You are nothing....

until you are everything.