The Heart From Which Flows the Waterfall

There is a little sprinkling of love down deep, a wee twinkling (light) --- without which we couldn't exist; like light upon the sleeping cove, faint in the thick night, afar yet it (glows), the bloom from the rose has kissed the momentous (moment) Its (body) stem could only pretend to tear into life; its little vision once as a puddle for a pond, now the She-Earth has poured her life breath --- and wept into wild rivers seeking the edges of the world, the rain forests welcome her flow of lovely; rainbow waves, and bubbles to bounce where children play, whence the nestled nightingale sings his plea All of life bound beyond the eye, tethered at last to feel, to see.... what is in front of thee; the mountain moans, the mountain groans! the felt whispered winds all Earth within, the body weens into mind, emotion, things unseen... What of worlds, and wolds of vast cosmos, a quasar billions of might of Earth's sun, yet a soul singular, more mighty than thy many quasar flight? The mother defys death to save her babe --- in it all the world is saved, one world enough, upon the galaxies bereaved; one flower to make a universe, and set it upon its course of so much more.... One from which flows the waterfall, the tumbling tender truth; from kind thought --- your life to have all anew, a fresh poured cure, to mold endure.... what God would have of you; a mighty wave upon the ramparts, a new love upon the land, a bloom forthwith, sing ye, all Kings and Queens of Earth! ***Written in 2015***