Tag Archives: DEPOT TOWN

 

Weave out of the old

Texture the new

Find the color

that the breath

gives to the empty

to spread on the

 

Walls of a new life

made ready for this

next moment and

the next as the wait

shortens to the Call

of the way of a

 

Whisper rising to

be heard just right

in this weave in

this texture

in this colour

that breath gives

 

When home finds

a new place to Be

in this passing

of days on this

Land, in this place

for a little

 

While longer

when Home at

last becomes

the vast wonder

of the Infinite

And till then

 

I am Here

Being