Inviolate

Follow fog to where I found you.
((O holy earth, bright-flowering weeds
I sing to thee, I sing to thee.))
Hollow clearing, nearing evening.
We made a home in the empty space between two mossy stones, a nest of
String and lace – beneath where moths fly, circling in twilight
O holy earth –
O hollow place –
Inviolate and empty space.

Impermanent world, we lose what we hold –
But we made a home
In the space between
The endless past and the endless unseen.

Gray stone, rest now. Water will find you.
Earth is singing –
(I will hold you forever)
Earth is burning –
(I will hold you forever)
Rising water will hold you forever.
We are cinders rising upwards forever