The sun is out and shining…
i live in it-
i live in the snow that remains in the shade.
The coral, the fish of the tide pool, glitter…
i see it-
i see it covered by the crashing wave.
i practice yoga nidra,
i practice the parts of my body
i practice the birds that burst from the tree
and then the tree
still, standing, waiting
the tips of its brushes painting
golden sap running-
part of the trunk
the fullness of green clouds of cholorphyll/
the emptiness of a winter's nest,
becoming a table the Kintsugi rests on
then pouring the ocean into one of its cups
i feel all at once,
and overflowing and made whole to be
like light passing through a prism
to see you have to hold me gently
with my intentions…..just….so.