Magic. Alchemy. My morning fills up with thoughts of it.
Tingles that ripple like feathered wind
over skin with an of inhale of wet moss on
a forest floor with a hint of rose and puppy paw
Trees gather my heart beat as I take
the long path home through the woods land
Drumming the beat of my life in your soles
The lake begs for the cast of a pebble to make
a vortex pulse up and out for a wrinkle of story time
that splashes cool on my feet spiraling heart-ward
In the dive to deep where breath has no hold
and my slick body quivers for the longing
swim where waves of gossip bubble their giggle
And by blood is of all the fluid flow of dirt
and wind, rock and skin, death and life
molten earth and New moon night’s starlight
When the call of crow and hawk shape-shift me
to fill my vision with what is seen in the far away
as I glide serene in the soar through the big blue
Where Heaven’s song calls her celestial enchantment
of harmony and bliss as I wing my way to her chant.
An open vessel. For the Holy Grail has found me at last
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 