Wednesday, December 1

Hikes of Insight

She awoke one late afternoon
during a high desert hike
holding the company of rose quartz
in the midst of a sniff of a Ponderosa Pine


She rubbed her ochre browns
unsure of the reality held in this glorious setting sun
of oceans in deserts
hiding behind trees
appearing to be open
beholden
she grew into gleaming
beaming ... like Venus does in the late fall, early morning skies

Chasing the moon
she's chasing the waning crescent back to her self
17% full now
but mostly
she's full of radiant love and belief

Back to all there is under this fading fall moonshine

She awoke
in love
believing

She awoke
in love
relasing

She awoke
in love
not clinging

Believing
releasing
not clinging
its a manta now

By falling into the dream
you become the dream
because you are the dream
because you are beauty incarnate
you become
and listening to the wind proves this
over
and over
and over
again