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
Sunken and starving, you arrived
Giving more than you are
I brought you to my altar
And lit candles
As you folded
Into
Yourself
Waking to nourish
On the fruits of my land
Gathered for your blessing
For your color restoring
I whispered my devotion
In divination she sees
My death cycle
Moss on a mountain
Thick and green to
Brittle and lonely
All parts of me together
We climb, we leave
Only knowing, feeling
A shining channel of
The pure, chosen path
The spot of shadow
Pulled to the corner
A test of resolve to
First love herself
A foreign brain pattern
Against preverbal imprints
Directing her towards
Unworthy arms
In the womb of winter
Deep and dark
I give of myself so completely
Shedding and stripping
My scales of defenses
Surrendering
Who I am in this armor
Until all that is left of me
Is a seed
Of light, of truth
From which to expand and create
A new life
Your words are a tuning fork
Sounding the vibration
That harmonizes my heart
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.
Gravity pulls like rip tides in my veins
To swirl amongst your forests and fish —
A child of your mist.
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