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
Outside the temple I built
For us
You wanted my embrace
And I wanted you
So we stood beneath
A cosmic canopy
Facing a place between
Chaos and conversation
We brought our hearts
On pink fluffy clouds
To hold and to breathe
A glowing orb between us
In those moments that lasted
You sighed
With a hum that blossomed
In rainbow resonance
Growing hope in the garden
Of safety
Signaling my body to relax
In the glimmer and shimmer
Of our auras entwined
As if we’d met there
Lifetimes before
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 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)
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
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
When he told me he fell in love with my eyes,
I remembered
I was ten
And
Before I knew he chose his death
My grandmother,
Who never spoke of him, said:
“You have his almond-shaped eyes.”
And
More than twenty years later,
At the end of her life she asked,
“Why did my true love leave me?”
I looked at her with his eyes
And
Said the only thing I could think to say:
“He was suffering.”
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
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.