Flying with purpose, of service
Protecting sacred Life
The Spirit’s natural flight
Brought to the edge
Of existence
By humans poisoning human food.
But today — she soars
Above the ridge
Of the rescue effort
Made by people who joined
The Spirit’s natural flight
Collectors of Life
Beacons of energy
Earthen antennas of
Spirit and personality
Ancient mysteries
And hidden wisdom
A gathering of relatives
A soulful congregation
Arising on a sculptured cliff
Expecting the cool embrace of my familiar
As she had welcomed me the day before with
A misting flutter through cypress branches.
Yet, pulling back the curtains,
A clear day dawns with
Pink, yellow, and orange along the horizon
Like Birthday Streamers
Reflecting in waves splashing peninsula rocks.
Surrounded by whistles and chirps,
Frogs sing in their creek while
Monarchs and bees call among
Pride of Madeira and Indian Paintbrush:
All the world will celebrate
And say you are loved
If you listen.
Pour your rain upon me
Until my rivers swell
And creeks appear on every path
Race through my forests
With your gusts and gale forces
Fell the dead towers
That no longer serve me
And stand in the way of our
Evolving Dance
Crash them onto my soft, supple body
And I will transform them into new life
While we sing of our union
Our balance and harmony
That’s greater and more powerful than time
You are a rainstorm
After a blistering heatwave
The drops that tell me
I am not forgotten.
You are the medicine
That washes my leaves
Of summer’s dust
And fills my cells with life.
My roots relax in your
Rainbow Promise
Of our earth’s certain turning
And a blessed season’s change.
i’ve hidden away in cavernous shadows
for so long
that as i coax myself into
myself
and we breathe together
between homecoming tears and the
golden arms of ascension
it feels
like
i’m the first fish to crawl above
water, taking
a great gasp of pure
evolution
When I return to my etheric form,
I will dance in the procession of colors.
Glowing ribbons reflected in oceans and rivers:
An expression of joy that follows the sun.
When our paints grow dim and our party lights fade,
Darling, please don’t think that I’m gone.
Just look for me in the moonlight
Or amongst leaves on the trees
And, of course, in your tender heartsong.
Give me tall trees instead of tall buildings,
Unruly undergrowth instead of urban sprawl —
Let me get lost in the forest,
And I’ll find my way to the center of my soul.
I am in love
with salt and petals
gravel and clouds.
A galaxy of miracles
Brings us together.
Gravity pulls like rip tides in my veins
To swirl amongst your forests and fish —
A child of your mist.
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