One cast stone

Expands into infinite ripples

A dropped rock

Makes waves.

 

As does the butterfly wing,

One flap in the air,

The world is forevermore

Changed and suspended.

 

Into disbelief of the

Sheer power of

One wing

In the wind.

 

One motion casts

Out the inertia

Of stuckness 

Of stagnancy.

 

A dove’s cry 

Harkens out on

The wind’s arms

To the great I am.

 

The cosmos

The benevolence of

The great mothers womb

And the great fathers sky.

 

Held in the ethers,

Are strung prayers upon prayers,

Like pearls on a string,

Held together by sheer desire.

 

This is how mountains are moved.