the trust of the ebb
and the flow
is letting go the dove
knowing it
will, return home
but there's no choice
but to trust
the wave will ebb
the retreat will come
the distance will grow
and you may never know
if the tide will rise and flow
if it
will, return home
will it
will it ever
old roots were pulled
below the wind
pushing clouds
through barren branches
and a sun that seemed
to source these clouds
in a breath
of iridescent essence
the roots held
the cool earth close
as a mother suckles a babe
the symbiosis hadn't
realized full term
for it had come time
for roots to feed the soil now
but as often is the case
a human has other plans
we reached into
the sun
and the sun reached
into us
water flowed into
our lungs
to prevent our air
from igniting
the inner chasms
we had ran to
where we had hidden
ourselves
those chams filled
with the sun
we could no longer run
from ourselves
the light was so
piercing
it was so warm after
our frozen slumber
we felt on fire in its
presence
and we melted and surrendered
to the infiltration
the sudden stir
within each chakra
as the quakes in
the root and sacral
join tribal dances
of long ago and
of those yet to come
as solar plexus turns
in swirls
and echoes one and two
the heart ignites
thrusting forward
to the beat of its call
the howling in the night
throat stretches calling
forth all the times
it was held prisoner
to break those chains
the pull of the third eye
out and beyond
reaching further
than the arm is long
further than the sight
can see
into realms unknown
those realms only known
to the crown that was
reinstated to shine
as a beacon for the others
to gaze and rise
how long have
we swam in this ocean
the depths where pressure
has plied our minds
with limitations and weight
a dormancy we've floated
in and through
as waves have carried
our harnessed bodies
far away from each other
but in a turning of the world
in a setting of the sun
and the rising of a new one
this ocean vanishes
for us to find dry sand
beneath our feet
warm sun upon our flesh
clear sight within our eyes
and the will not of an ocean
but of our freed selves
to guide us on the return
if it speaks on
behalf of you
and it speaks
on behalf of me
what is it that
is exactly speaking
to the both of us
is it our heart
the shared connection
that holds us
that has taken
your hand
and holds my
hand too
and that will
place our hands
together some day
the whispers in the night
the smiles seen
just out of view
the hovering warmth
the embodiment
is this an instrument
a guide for our voices
between our souls
