Sunday, 10 April 2011

hot springs

into the waters people arrive
and like one, they unfold their worries,
breathe them into the steam,
and watch them float away.
the fire in the earth's core
has become heat in the limbs,
the muscles surrendering, remembering their song
thick in the minerals hanging in the water.

by the trees, cicadas sing to the bubbles
and listen to the chatter of the people
and the steam lifts and rises,
mixing with the wind that tangles the long grasses,
teases the clouds across the sky
and like the springs bubbling up,
is always moving, always changing,
transforming itself into new ways of being.

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