I will take you beyond the veil —
Where purple lupin lead the sacrament
And aspen leaves flicker in praise —
To speak with the clouds
Of the healing, skyward coil and
Silver stallion’s gleaming eyes
That are the portals which prove
You are ready
Ants, unlimited and active,
Are shooting stars
On a moonless night
Darting swiftly across the vast expanse
Without end or rest.
Eagles, attacked by blue jays,
Shake them by ascending
Thermal, hypoxic air
Between this spinning rock
And infinite dark.
I am the ant,
Digging and hauling
Building and seeking
Unaware of my cosmic counterpart.
I am the eagle,
At lower altitudes
Plagued by pecking and scratching
Transmitted through my psyche.
To know my stardust
And to meet it there —
Delivers me from these daggers
I grasp in fearful hands.
Delicate pink blossoms float
With creek bubbles
Passing beneath a stone arch bridge
Like fairies
Grazing between willow’s soft fingers
Lily pads and lotus flowers catch them downstream
I sit on the grass amongst thousands of petals
Holding open a book I’m meaning to read
Words on the page call to me gently
But all I can think of
Is you
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
You are as deep and wide as the ocean
Free and spacious as the sky
More luminous than a thousand suns
And lovelier than wildflowers dancing with bees
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.
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.
Growing along barbed wire,
Her petals
Hold scratches, cuts, and tears.
Still — she continues
To expand
To seed
To live her Truth.
And for that —
She is beautiful.
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