Sadness wells like mountains gushing tears
giving life to all manner of beings.

I unfold in my fragility,
a small heart of a great oak
remembering.

I need to cry a thousand rivers of tears,
to spread, reach out,
fly into remembering.
No longer alone
I swim in oceans of love,
touch the sky
wash over clouds
crystalize into blinding light.

Even when the moon falls dark
its soft, cooling light lost,
even then the moon shines.