I aspire to tread so softly on the earth
Like a ballerina without shoes
And maybe someone will think my dance is beautiful
and decide to stay a while for the view
And then,
at last
I hope my feet will lift up off the ground
And I'll be flying on
June 2022
Dream
I dream of wombs of creation
Visions of flowers blossoming in infinity
Effervescent showers soothing skin time after time
What is this rose garden I tread in?
This stream of solace ?
What is this womb within I began,
and shall again begin in?
Where did I come from, had I not had aliveness first?
Did we not come from the ocean?
Did we not ripple from the stars?
Did we not once wander fields endlessly
Never tired of our search for the answer in the stars ?
Were we not always bound to return to dust?
Stardust renewed and recycled
bound to burn & fly & ripple in the water
We are our answers
We are our ancestors
We are the keepers of the knowledge of the Heart
June 2022
