as another cycle begins

skipping rocks on lakeside,

wet wilderness surrounding melting voices in Song,

flat shore rocks nested,

fitting together,

ancient bridges for ants to catch a cool drink,

creation munificently adjoining outside, inside,

infinitely stretching its borders freely admitting each new soul reborn,

another act of offering,

another act of receiving

above, a nectar sunset patches a quilted sky,

trails of blue clouds witnessing the performance

ensuring the change that is seamless, expansive, as inevitable

as silence will prevail…

then pause…slowly…inhale…exhale…

till another direction stretches out ahead,

till another path fades then becoming water,

bestowing Life demonstrating Death,

soon to be washed away once more,

flying wings melting onto walking legs,

as another cycle begins once again