In the time between moments, an air exists
Expressions of freedom from politics
Clarity, healing and music is prime
Below billowing breaths and carmine sunrise
We find our healing and all our solace here
The simplest things, recall every blessing
Fifty-two each year
A question in moments to earn patience
A dance in the vista revealing presence
For blood and for water, cool night's breeze
Thanksgiving for a day of solace with thee