ITS ALL GOOD

Inarticulate as the morning air when it flows to and there this cognitive essence of rebirthing, is a true blessing this knowledge that perhaps didn't come easily is lodged inside my memory like a rooted flower of old enabling the gift that keeps on giving to regenerate, restore, like a swimming soul Be it a spring day or a golden Autumn afternoon Be it a winter bejeweled with light or a summer of sun This time belt of knowledge has provided and given me, a place to hang my heart Onward in a journey both as healer and the healed giving in to rebirth, time and time again I ventured forth, knowing nothing ever gets lost.