Spirit 1

The morning mist on water
hides the sun.
I blow my breath on coffee.
My coffee cools.

There are few rules to spirit.
Life is one
that makes use of its biorhythms,

as but one tool
that tells us of the spirit,
the subtle mind
and flesh by which we move.

It is our body
that lifts its head to clouds
and is always ready
to prove what must be proved,

but is also steady:
its feet upon the earth
where it learns of love.