This circle stands
hand in hand
while every eye
looks out for –
the empty ones
solitary islands
stone sanctuaries
dry bones and dust
thirsty, thirsty, thirsty
this circle cries
come and be here
join us
we will thirst with you
we will join our dry bones
we will be stone together
we will be partners in dust
we will mix in our tears
and make bricks of our pain
then we will fall
into the endless spring
that pours within our midst
and remember why we are…
Harnessing Chaos 