The wind carries our will
Through the water
To find earth;
Through earth
To fire.
The heart flame
Forms sudden ceramics:
Vessels, bowls, pitchers
To pour water
Through cupped hands.
A wooden basin splinters;
The pelvis holds earth;
The tea kettle hisses,
Steam sings
Break fast.
Settle for the Ocean 
I like this entry Nicole. It touches the soul with inner meaning, yet touches on day to day realities of life’s journey with commenality for all open to your message. Thanks for spending a few momments with me on my journey through Cinci… It was a meaningful encounter for me. You exude a wonderfully calming presence. Best wishes new friend. May life always be kind to you.
Parks.
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