Ancient rocks
Burn a sacred fusion
Anoint our intuition
With noble breath in dance
Offer us a blossom
For our feast of sweet connection
A tendril nest
Of confluence sublime
Ancient rocks
Burn a sacred fusion
Anoint our intuition
With noble breath in dance
Offer us a blossom
For our feast of sweet connection
A tendril nest
Of confluence sublime
Tranquil summer rosebud beneath
Our secret morning
Emerge, yellow sanctuary,
Make life soft like peace
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
Interrupting the melancholy of absence
I dreamed we were sitting
In the backseat of a Mayan taxi
Cobblestone drifting below
Red, orange, and pink patterns
Fluttering strands
Between us and the sun
I couldn’t help myself
Blissed by presence
I stroked your foot with mine
Cuddled my face into your neck
You said, “I am a pool of water”
And I knew exactly what you meant
In still air and changing light
While giving horses alfalfa
A snapping twig turned my eyes to
Feminine power, shape-shifting creativity
Revealing herself
From the forest across dried grass
Entering the corral through its broken-open gate
In high black boots and sleek red jacket
Bold, light steps obscured her behind a berm
I nervously circled behind the stalls
And waited beneath oaks for her next move
Cresting the threshold to follow my path
She reappeared
And sat facing me in the warmth before twilight
Like she arranged our appointment
We gazed at each other for so many breaths that
A new world opened
And she guided me
Into the space between realms
(Cover art by Hannah Willow @hannahwillow.artist)
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
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
In verdant hills I released myself
Of the bondage we built
And I maintained
Long after
You had set me free.
In the space I created
Spirit formed mist
And settled into valleys
Holding inspiration
And preludes of wings.
May a river of love
Cascade through your being
May your soul grow
In the lush landscape of peace
Your words are a tuning fork
Sounding the vibration
That harmonizes my heart