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.
2 comments:
That is a beautiful combination of words, my lovely! Such a great last line, too. Keep it up
Love the words and the photo!
Shelley
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