There is peace beneath your skin.
If you are patient,
there is Joy in your scraggly heart,
balance in your walk.
You have sun lamp hands
to grow flowers for that sweet grace.
Love like a river, and
you will never let yourself down.
Hidden worlds and softened collisions
cause us great pain.
What will you do with your wild life?
To shorten the greater distances,
to dance freely for a new look,
to wake up with fresh eyes.
PLUTO BLOOMING 