There is a wild place I call home.
It's lit by sunlight and stars.
Every so often, Grandmother pays a visit and I get to bathe in the glow of her fullness.
This time, on Grandmother's trek through the May night sky,
Cherry Blossom offered her sweet scent to me and the bees.
Red-Wing Blackbird sang to her through dusk, then hushed themselves for the evening show.
Young Fox watched patiently in the luminous light until field mouse made her move, then these two began their dance.
A rangale of deer grazed on tender spring greens, reminding me to do the same.
And I traversed the distance from head to heart
In an instant, luminously embodied again
in the wild space I call home
present and opened to
Fullness of Soul
