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 home in 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.