Poems from singing bones

I am the wind. Moving and searching everlasting. Swallowing the earth with my movements.
I am a painter More often without canvas and paints than with. Images and colors dance from my eyes  to brain.  Creating magnificence and...
Let flowers grow from your hands from love and care each stem stands   Some may break and your hands may ache   When you let another take...
I float on my back  With an abundance of pale green water beneath That darkens deeper and deeper  Into an unknown abyss of murk and life...