This week, next week, who knows.
I am a cocoon, I am a butterfly. One minute one thing, another minute another thing.
I have coins in my pockets.
They jingle and jangle.
They slip easily out and even more easily in.
I am a weathervane. I am reading the weather.
I can be turned around, I can be steady as I sit in the sun, soaking.

You are a tree with its arms around me.
I am in the winter with you
I have to wait. Continue to wait
Am I not a jewel? Many faceted.
Am I not your deep-hearted friend? At your beck and call?
You beckon me, I come.
I am swathed in all that you love. Remember to love.
Be approachable, be sincere. I care and much is at hand.
Much is in the bounty we call life.
Your green rolling hills will come. Are here somwhere. Are just beyond the rise in the land outside your window.
Can you reach for it?
Can you see and sense it

Trouble doesn’t find you. You are not alone.
You are in the drop of water with me.
We are falling together through the air
We land together softly
We are together softly.
We are everywhere, all the time.
Come with me.
Lets cross arms, lets walk together
Let’s feel the snow melt on our faces as we melt into nothingness and everything.
Again and again.
The water drop breaks the surface of the pond.
The pond responds, the pond know without knowing.
The pond is just the pond and the drop of water joins it.