slowly rain washes

away the ash

water cleanses the organic

bodies of the living

and the dead but not gone.

The water subsides  

the rain cleanses

living is left

to create forms of life

living is to have a soul  

dependent upon mother.

If one cannot does not or misses opportunity

Seek to understand

the confusion they have chosen or inherited

until their path unfolds

one must face the world in


keep striding


It is still there

within your reach