Poetry of Your Making

You are an opening. You are real as a sign, as a garden leads to you and leads to another. When you open to sign and stone, you open to the path and pray it will glory and wood and more.

When a wood appears, so do you. You are surrounded by wood and by me. You are open to others in need as I am. You are a cabin in need of guests and of glorious enjoyment, laughter, and peace. You are real for people as am I in that distinct becoming, opening, and more.