Red Sky Rise
What if you let go
Of comparison
And said Yes!
To the magic
That comes to us each
In the way
We can receive
I christen this morning
With incense and eucalyptus
I offer prayers to the earth altar
And to my ancestors
I return to my commitment
This inner drive
To know
Thyself
To open
Every
Mystery
To stay permeable
Fetchable
As they say
I meet the figures in my dreams
In a practice
I am just discovering
Becoming the rickety cart, my cat, an ancient relic
Three cups overflowing, the crystalline sound of long-stemmed empty wine glasses
Being placed on a glass table
Her cackling laughter
As the light of psyche
Begins to shine through
Each figure
I rejoice
That we are here
Together
On this planet
Made of light
