Bless the earth underfoot the breeze on my neck the still dawn the open sky the feather fall the beetle climb the crow call the swift fly the cloud drift the rising sun the golden field the river run the grass seed the ripe plum
Bless this breath this body this good earth this new day
It drips from my eyes and spills into the fire; Ink I stare past it to the world that was once breathing, to the people who greeted it in the morning My bare foot slides in the dirt, drawing a circle, then stops The other mimics it I hold my hands out before me, they bare the offering The ink begins to stain my skin It's poring out. My fingers are melting, and they release it it falls for eternity into the flame
I want to see you. And I feel like I’m putting you first in everything. Giving everything I can round up, to give you a measly offering in the form of what I can find of the shattered pieces of my heart.
Somehow you are the kind of person I will drop everything and drive an hour in a snowstorm at just the chance to do nothing with you. But only if you want me to.