Translucent Moments

Three a.m. tick-tock mind

through dreams she moves

and in silence she wakes,

listening to the beat

of a universe vibration.

Crystal girl hanging

in the space of a breath,

she slips into the chill

of a pre-morning calling,

wake, wake gentle spirit,

the time to rise has come.

Whispered prayers of a new day born,

as the crescent hangs high,

a smile dancing on wisps of clouds

she gazes and giggles

at the frivolity of her moods,

and sings her silent song of praise.

Letting go is the new translucent moment,

and in her wake she leaves

fractured particulate of sparkles,

glinting like diamonds and quartz,

held close to her heart

she is reborn again in an image

she remembers from the ghosts of the crones

who came before time began.

Listen, she says with a nod,

they know the way forward…

and she follows with a grateful heart.

Moving into the day on light steps

she dances in the darkness of the now,

comforted in her strength

she rises and knows

all is well in her world.

Becoming

On moss-covered patches
Sitting amongst the quiet still trees
Canopied above
Becoming one with bird and beast
Eyes closed in awareness
Mind slows
To a feather thought.
Heart bare to the day
What will be or what may
Silver tendrils escape
Caught by a whispered breeze
I cannot see.
Fresh cut earth fills
My senses carried forward
Like sightless roads through mountains
Darkness shamed by light
And truth of respect given
For each step taken.
Rising up to break
This invisible energy thread
Unconnected adrift I move
As toes sink in cool green
Spinning world undetected
Yet so very real.
To walk into the fog
Peppered so gently
The softness of a misting rain
I hold loose as my hands
Ache from the carrying of weight
I open my palms to set free
The thoughts that moments before trod over me
And I ride effortlessly
Into the forest realm
With only the sound of breath
To fill the emptiness
To break the wave
Of silence.

Thoughts on the cool moss beyond the pond, of change, of again and the spirit of peace that being near earth, water, trees and silence brings forth to me. A sweet gift indeed. Lovely image found on Internet, no artist listed.

Pilgrimage to desert skies

Hot dry air floats in a clear heat haze,
Fires gone from years ago
Growth
Rebirth
Monuments to the sky.
Sun bakes earth
Like scorched bread in a kiln
Dry
Brittle
Dust caked crumbles.
Blue skies run
Like rivers of cloudy tears
Cataracts blind
But the senses still see.
The old crone climbs
Gathering in her sack
Bits of this and that
Walking the sky
As seen from below.
Outlined small like a fly on a wall of azure
Moving slowly
Step by step climbing out of view.
Her eyes no longer open
She moves with ease
She’s been this way before,
Gathering more bits of rock and stone,
whispering words to her family
Through centuries.
Hawk spins slowly in the sky
Circles back and touches down
In the path of her form
She senses his presence and chuckles aloud
Ah, my friend, you’ve come with a gift
And he spreads his great wings and takes flight,
Leaving behind a single feather,
She adds it to her dusty bag
Patting it gently
Keeping it safe.
She has all she needs now,
Her trip complete
On her sky walk,
She sits for a few moments and gazes out before her.
She no longer sees the vision,
But her memories serve her
This window on the world,
She takes a deep breath
Turns around to
To descend.