prayers

hallowed land

 

how far can your arms reach? 

casting shapes across the divide.

your endless fever broke that day

as the plants sang out for me:

 

grow long and tired with the sun

& remember

the songs you have sung from deep within your belly

 

stoke the embers that hold future emergence 

tend wholly to what is before you, 

bare no judgement or expectation.

 

focus not on what falls away, but what remains