Born to water
you pour out
your life
cup by cup
breath by breath
in and out,
one rounded desire
for surrender,
for letting
what’s
old
make
you
new
again
Your coming
laid the
fourth direction
in place
in my life like
sacred stones
in the west
You came from
the pitcher that
welcomes
water
but
pours
out
wine
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