to my hubris i hear you

on the full moon

to my hubris i hear you i see you
twisted, arcane smoothness
gnarl wisdom branch
what is this you
basic as
fractured guise,
cradle to the grave how
i’ve needed you, coveted
that which i am
not except for
within your reflected
pane, perched
here at the window~

first moon of summer
peering in

i laugh with
jewel of Indra
network of heart
light world beat
rhythm soul wildflowers
everywhere, making
glad tidings of the earth

bare witness, knowledge

of this Home

to the turning & what is

To be,

my love.


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