how golden it is

to stop and press

my body into presence

my single heart beating the pulse of a million

the tree looking back at me

with a thousand wakeful eyes

 

not a dead wall

that dares not pulse

or feel or breathe

but   the 

tree -  presence

that sinks into me

like a green wing

stirring embers in me

long held latent

now quicken like sand 

beneath a golden anchor

drifting beneath sheaths of indigo.

we are waters that hold the lost kingdoms forgotten

but for when we dream

 

 

I am held by Presence

the tree that like a boat

my belly brimming breath

is the sail

oscillating between

empty and full

empty and full

 

a presence

not like the street

that knows of neither

but only of constant push

but the forest's faint cracking rustling and twittering

that honors and shimmers

with the silence

 

I am in presence

not like the cement

that sees neither a without

nor a within

but like this tree

whose cells

are a thousand gateways looking out into beyond

and within into forever

 

belly to breath

heart to heart

radiance matching radiance

I fall

my troubles loosen like birds

diving thru the sky

Here - where thoughts detach from goal

there is room for River Moonsparkle and Sun

 

Here - my body is not alien

exiled from this planet

by cement and walls

but presses

into a living breathing

the ground is a sparkling web

of a millionfold heartbeats

all ringing

and so is the sky

and so I bounce between them like dew

the ground does not reject me.

but carves a cavern for my heart

a shining rose quartz crystal

   flesh to flesh

   soul to soul

together

the earth mother and I

make bow and arrow and shoot

to father stars. 

 

   Do not separate my mother from me

   No, bind us together like gold

   so that we may both

   know the others silence

   and there

birth life