Christopher Hansard:[Niagra, falls,]

Can you feel the pulse of life

in the grass the sky the tree

in the sap the rushing niagra

falls enclosed by barked skin

made of light

falling up to the descent of grace and cosmic intent

the fall of love in each living thing

the rushing of the inner soul

of upward aspiration

made real by downwards

exhalation

in the breath of things

if you want to know the history of the world

look to the breath of man

if you seek to know the origin of life

look to the breath within your chest

see how it sparks

the thumbnailed flame

within the heart

when the universe first knew itself

so your inner spark exploded into

the dream of making

the duality of romancing

the eternal and the mortal

search for meaning

to be found

in the

all of nothing

in the hand of everything