Gentle,
like the playful trickle of a
virgin stream running through
my fingers
yet with power enough to reform the Earth.

Should your heart be directed, as
your soul is stirred by Love
then you be like the undulating
waves of the ocean
caressing,
restoring the pulse to the
wavered.

Should your wildness be directed
as you soul is stirred by Love
then be wild.
As wild as the driving rain as it
resounds on Mother Earths carpet
before it permeates to the depths of her soul.