I Have Arrived

I have arrived —

With you gazing at me

The way you do —

To a place of absolute peace

Absolute freedom

Knowing that

All the pieces of my past

That hurt, that healed,

That sent me in roundabout directions,

Make perfect sense

Because every moment existed

For me to arrive and experience

This look upon your face

Sing

Covered in thick metallic plates

A shield against feeling

Anything —

Not even the persistent howl

For agency

For desires you decided had to die —

Knowing that cry within myself

I sensed it

Or maybe I saw it in an amulet

When I brought you to natural, warm waters

Sheltered between lilacs and willows

We submerged our bodies in the crystal reverie

And I called that voice forward

Breathing life into dormant dreams

Now,

Will you put down your arms

And listen to him sing?

Union Divine

At the end of fall, I sit burned and jagged, hot and dry

Remnants of my life scattered upon me

Monuments of destruction

And you find me like this when you arrive as clouds that cover

Shielding my skin from the sun’s burning rays

Until you are mist, preparing me

To accept you as rain

Mixing with my ashes, creating fertile compost

Forming puddles under rocks and cleansing my pain

Softening the shells of my long-dormant seeds

You return as snow

Blanketing me with your cool, soothing balm

Held and holding, gently protecting my wounds

Layer by layer, inch by inch

And in perfect timing, you melt away

Caressing me, pouring into my veins

Saturating my sediment and filling my aquifers

The seeds that sprout in our entwined elements

Grow upon me, out of my ashes, in the warmth of your love

Forgiveness

Water cascading in ribbons down mountains

Traveling through gorges, forests, and meadows

Gliding over rocks and boulders immense

Softening rough edges, each one to her will

Shifting into nourishment, soil, and roots

Exhaling as oxygen through pine needle tips

Letting go into sky into freedom into space

Transforming my heart into Divine living faith

In the Womb of Winter

In the womb of winter

Deep and dark

I give of myself so completely

Shedding and stripping

The scales of defenses I’ve devised through my lifetime

Surrendering

Who I am in this armor

Until all that is left of me

Is a grain

Of sand of light of truth

From which to expand and create

A new life

Birthday Streamers

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.