the day before the new moon comes and hides i set wildfires across my heart deep within the cold of winter. foolish dreams of absolute attainment my dear, hand them away. what i want is not looking close to what i need. fading blurring faith, increasing this journey’s soul to source to mind unity.
this season of regeneration.
take your lifetime to birth again and again. bring to us all a new you, one after winter cold comes and boldly shapes you. all tales are told: speak words of water and air, breathe words of roots and heat. that sometime when we met again, what i handed you in dream blue fields were records of sun in our hands and hope in our hearts. what did it feel like?