When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Monday, March 25, 2013

Grand Canyon

Returning
from the Great Mother's womb.
I am renewed.

Finding peace
in this cavernous tomb ,
my oasis.

This Goddess Canyon
has filled me

with her rivers and stream's,

her crisp blue ski ,

her ancient wall's of wisdom ,

her sunlight and her star's.

Until all that is left of me
 is this luminous love of the canyon ,

and a knowledge . . .

that I am so much more
than I was before.


Lark

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