Monday, August 15, 2011

Song for the Night Rain

soft summer night rain song...oh the longing, oh the wistful ache, oh how too fast life blows by in a blink of the eye.

i want to be reborn as a mighty old mother oak tree...watching the twist and swirl of life currents, 
earth spirals on tree time...

to feel seasons pass as if dreams, upon waking finding a new dream to dream, 
feel the rotting of leaf matter feeding, and the fleeting burst of mushrooms rising to the occasion...

to know the dark secret heart of Her, to touch with outstretched roots the firey creation of her fecund womb
to caress with leafy fingers aloft, along with moonshine, and cloud mist, the miracle of her ceaseless respiration 

to taste the raindrops and summer dew as the sweet nectar that falls from her breast
and feel the snowy down, the cocoon for metamorphosis 
from dying, to birthing, to living. 

each leaf that drops a blessing, and an offering to her fertile altar
the fruit that falls, endless potential,
 neverminding the bears and boars that consume them, 
making pregnant with the seed of my tree soul, 
to birth again, a new potential
My dreams transformed to fruit in the alchemy of life eating life.

1 comment:

Gwendolyn Garcia said...

I like your song.♥

"The mother of us all, the oldest of us all, Hard, splendid as rock, Let the beauty you love, be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth"~ Rumi ~