"Awake, O north wind, and come, O south,
Blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out..."
So many cocoons have held me
And here am I
in the newest nest
waiting for Wings...
in the Waiting,
Every time I emerge
into this hungry
-e.a.a. "Hindsfeet" 11/11/13
"How lovely are your tents, O Jacob, Your dwellings, O Israel!
Like valleys that stretch out
Like Gardens by the Riverside,
Like aloes planted by the LORD,
Like cedars beside the waters.
He shall pour water from his buckets,
and his seed shall be in many waters."