Friday, November 26

Hermitage Ramblings

Moondragon gate: she passes the threshold only to return.
Now here she sits under a shale fossil filled overhang. No rain. No rain.
Just a subtle sense of a slow flowing creek heading due east.

Like me? Seems like.

No center. No periphery.  Just boundless space opening into endlessness

No rattlesnakes. Left now with the company of bear scat & dancing native grasses. Its those truths that hold her attention.

And what a fall indeed.
What a reflection. They have a lace like quality to them. Serene in their poise, gentle in their making of love, swaying in union with all of existence. A sweet type of perfection.

Certainly spinning in an orbit of True Love ...