Tag filling the well

for this too is enough

sweet fall wind

signs of awakening

when faith is hard

unwavering

listening to the vague call

how to look out rather than in

move into harmony

wired to contract & expand

sweet nothings to tuck away

beauty & the quantum leap

the breath breathes us

the healing of twisted soul-roots

in & out of the horizon’s lines

the art of having nothing to accomplish