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
