Let the linnet's song, the trill of the wren,
be the air that you breathe and the fire that inspires.
Lean back, sink in; become bark, become branch and leaf.
Squeeze between buttresses to mold between limbs
the shape that the form of a hare might take.
With prospecting roots, slide into hollow places.
Feel the soil's surge and the world turning -
like a whale spinning in the sea of starry space.
"... the fire that inspires..." Indeed. Beautifully written. Love how you take us through all the 4 elements, the intermingling, and how the experience of finding the form of a hare becomes a prayer xx