I found you in a rustling of wings,
gentle flight of the great chariot
in a desert of snow,
in a frolicking of saunter children .


in a cry of live,
in a clarification of longing,
among the stones.
no hands,
no legs ... only the soul
wrapped in a
tree bark.
you ever thought I would get lost
through sunrises and sunsets
and well would be
to find my north from the heart.
my eyes bathed in blessed wonders
to move
to you.