Nothing to Everything

Nothing to Everything
   -dedicated to Beauty Abounds

You are the bones of mountains,the juice of fountains-the eyes that have it.
Now yell it. 
Boo, make do with what you have to do.
Be fire's ash, the tsunami's smash-a moonlit rabbit.
Girl, do NOT quell it;
you can not foretell it.
Make yourself at homein Tiamet's bones-Sister Splash, you are not alone.
We mend, and so upend our mistakes.
Permit the mountains to quake,
monsoon under the moon. And let the cold river sing-
You are nothing....until you are everything.