Brilliant sun dresses the grass in glistening crystal light, like glass
as each day fades more quickly than the last
with only time scattering, not shattering.
I am alone in the temple of my studying
who has hope in this life that’s quickening?
The messages on the wind are obvious and settling.
Feathers touch my eyes even when I haven’t been eyes wide-open, a blessing.
head to the ground, I see the sky, anyways.
goddess protects me, restores me, intrigues me.
she is my mystery, cloaked in light. Too bright to see the shapes.
she is the laughter that breaks over silly faces
and highlights dreamy face contours full of delight.
I’m walking on the ground that you put down for me, wearing my t-shirt of faith, that one that was an accidental gift posted to me.
Owl, Hawk, you remind me that my roots are going down, right where I am. I am meant to be here.
Butterflies and sun blazing and all…
The heat makes the air rise, and I wonder how much the butterfly has to move to keep from getting scorched by summer sun.
She is beautiful, but she works hard, while others see whimsy.
She wants to know more about the mystery of the wind, but she’s Content to ride, knowing how to glide, and when to flit.
And when to rest.