I want to frolic in temples of light, let the movement of foliage be my delight, carve my name into ageless bark, forage for mushrooms in the dark… The chorus of tree-frogs will whir in my ears, and all my concerns will disappear, among forest dwellers near fairy haunts, where gentle woodlands capture my thoughts…
Standing on the edge of the universe looking through the eyes of the divine it was a sacred moment a movement out of time and the earth heaved softly I felt her embrace in particles of sunlight that glistened all over my face I nearly walked on water like an ever-faithful daughter
And I took a boat to nowhere in my imagination, and there in the middle of fluency, I found no separation…
“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.” ― Mary Oliver
I want to live where wild-flowers grow, in a faraway cottage where the lights are low, where all I need is the abundance of sky dandelions to wish on and opaque butterflies…
“All I can be is me- whoever that is. ” ― Bob Dylan
Words are out of tune right now they hardly resemble me at times darkness crowds in and days are blurred with color. I’m saturated in unknown things the world seems to pass me by
The summer of love is happening and I’ve got my bare-feet on…
“We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.” ― Carl Gustav Jung
She is a living breathing spectacle of nature found in secret places born of night she grows weary by day her crimson apparel never fading with her life she is a messenger of love reminding me of rebirth of new beginnings of samsara
And hope swells within me
For I have been ripped to the core spread out like a wasteland longing for the night to end my suffering
I am the sleeper dancing between worlds
you send winged messengers to comfort me to remind me that I am never alone to bring beauty to my wilderness of doubt
And she stayed alive long enough to become the beauty that we all are for she flies against the light leaving a trail of joy behind her
it’s only in dying that she continues her hatchlings live on in hidden places