~~FlowingOm~~

Morning clambered into my dreams
---not gently
tossing
---about
the dream

---I abandoned
the underwater folly

where time
---as it wasn’t
mothered my wounds

I thought to flee
to sink again
--- was rooted to the spot

Swaying
---awaken

tangled dream whisps
---scattering children

Day's first home
---An ocean of sheets

each morning I awake
and I am home
new in this day
and in this way

the way
I fit
in your arms
both new and old
after all these years
this is coming home

he sleeps
the seas calm
slight rise
and fall
each breath
a kiss
of elusive memories
sun drenched
skin sure
rippling
in the soft
heat

Wait – the petal whispered as she lay down her powdery skirt and
Drove the willows away in a dream
People no longer
Grass so lush and green against her skin
I feel – I feel - she whispered and fell from the stem
It lifted her
This mother wind, this baby’s breath
No threat to
Feel the loosening embrace
About your neck
She said it again –
Wait -

Exercise

The weight of me
Bending

My salutations
To this temple

Moving
Effortlessly

Struggling to lift
That last burden
From my psyche

Inside out
And again

The weight of me
Running on air

In a storm of heavy
Beats

I can fly

healing

even hidden
ongoing
the hummingbird's return

with every breath
a new moment born
deep stretch

the green lush
reflecting
after days of rain

clouds
moon pierced and
running
with stars

one moment
free
of suffering

and healing
is changing
is ours

even this
we set free

Flowing Om
pen to hand
finger to key
this stream
long dormant
above perception
still flows