Dear Friend,
You've lost your center
And cannot find the rhyme
That makes you whole
I can try to tell you
What you already know
But it's not for the telling
It's what you hold and let go
It's when the words come easy
They disappear
What's near is all you know
I can try to tell you
About the ebb and the fl ow
But it's not for the telling
It's what you hold and let go
Let it fl oat back to you
To your waiting hands
Red flower
Floating back