The meadow is snow laden
a circle that glistens in the noon sun
sparks of light dance on my eyes
A fireworks of white meadow
hidden deep in the forest’s silhouette
Seasons call me to this place
where silence is never silent
and peace is ever present
Sun finds a place to rest here
with no interruption
The circle is smooth white
The austerity is clean and bright
Doe eyes turn their heads in unison
I am seen in the quietude
before tracks have laid a path
I want to be first, first to lay
my angel form in the white sparkle
There is no race and race I do
to the center, to the center standing
alone with the forest and the deer
I raise my hands to the heavens in salutation
a soft spray of glisten swirls up my legs
The rush of winter chill caresses my face
I lay my body down in the cold white flock
I see my breath a cloud of whisper
My wings pull up from my sides
My legs spread wide in similar motion
Again and again I press my form
Lay my angel self to this white meadow
Imagine the heavens split wide in sacred song
I let the full cold of winter fill me
The whisper cloud of breath surround me
I am celestial, a being of heaven on earth
A meadow to the busy of the world around me
A quiet bed of snow to lay my angel down.
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28 DEC 2011 > 8/17 > Adjustment/balance/The Star
How will you imagine heaven on earth?
What is it to feel balance and centeredness?
How will you shine in the night sky?
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 