Follow fog to where I found you. ((O holy earth, bright-flowering weeds I sing to thee, I sing to thee.)) Hollow clearing, nearing evening. We made a home in the empty space between two mossy stones, a nest of String and lace - beneath where moths fly, circling in twilight O holy earth - O hollow place - Inviolate and empty space. Impermanent world, we lose what we hold - But we made a home In the space between The endless past and the endless unseen. Gray stone, rest now. Water will find you. Earth is singing - (I will hold you forever) Earth is burning - (I will hold you forever) Rising water will hold you forever. We are cinders rising upwards forever