Rivers are forged by flood power forces
Flowing with purposeful grace
Diving deeper inside the carried-unknown, you're amazed, so you naturally make space.
Bodies made beautiful
Curved currents of adventure,
Trauma sensibly displaced
Channels so much, for so many, for so long,
So overdue for soothing land-embrace.
Sometimes its peace is sacred and high,
Brief, soft ripples of campy moonlight
Telling stories of settling, sinking deep sighs, But never still. Persistence in flight.
Look long enough, eyes always appear,
Sadness underneath spiritual bliss.
Banks soaked from the clouds of an emotion-dried heart.
Surged tears that the eager earth kissed.
Life-story drops, allowing vital dew,
The Earth there to receive it's relief.
And to change forever the old way it knew,
With reignited belief.
Grounded when you speak, I wonder
Are you from TRUTH skies,
Raining down and through here just to unearth rooted lies?
A Divine quenching of love-trenches, surprising rendezvous.
Healing so much, for so many, for so long and for the Goddess in you?
Centered, growing, mostly in pain,
Vitality courses through.
Urgent work, it's gifts rooting in me...
Strong and complex and new.
A zone can't hold all the
Seeping, shaping and stretching.
Intentions flow through.
Shouldn't a flood be left free?
Retained joy never holds true.
~T