"I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame." Mary Oliver I will come to you again as a mystery, a divine expression of the verdant circle. When I have hushed the impatient child brought her blueberry lunch, distracted her with iridescent bubbles, she will breathe wonder into the holy journey. I will come to you again powerful as Eden's own gate opened at last. When I have taught chaos to the ordered adult, shattered her tyranny to clocks, gifted her with morning's taste, she will ascend the mountain of each moment's passion. It is I, come to you again as an untangled pleasure voicing the Mother's spell. I sing to you the grasslands the forgotten miracles of sky. I weave the notes into feathers pray the blessing in you, attend your sufferer's claim and quiet the beast within. Shhh, shhh.
WHERESOEVER YOU GO, GO WITH ALL YOUR HEART. CONFUCIUS